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“ Castoria  is  so  well  adapted  to  chil- 
dren that  I recommend  it  as  superior  to 
any  prescription  known  to  me.” 

H.  A.  Archer,  M.  D., 
jii  So.  Oxford  St.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 


Castoria  cures  Colic,  Constipation, 
Sour  Stomach,  Diarrhoea,  Eructation, 
Kills  Worms,  gives  sleep,  and  promotes 
digestion, 

Without  injurious  medication. 


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dorse it.  Few  are  the  int'  higent  fami- 
lies who  do  not  keep  Castoria  within 
easy  reach.”  Carlos  Martyn,  D.D., 
New  York  City. 

Date  Pastor  Bloomingdale  Reformed 
Church. 


“For  several  years  I have  recommen- 
ded your  Castoria,  and  shall  always 
continue  to  do  so  as  it  has  invariably 
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PREFACE. 


About  the  year  1800,  before  the  days  of  railways  and 
carriage  roads,  of  gas  and  composite  candles,  of  low, 
|springy  coaches,  of  French-polished  furniture,  of  cynical 
eyeglassed  youths,  of  philosophical,  broad-minded  women, 
and  of  the  siren-like  dames  aux  camelias  who  now  abound; 
tat  that  unsophisticated  time  when  the  traveler  by  carry-all 
from  Moscow  to  St.  Petersburg  was  obliged  to  convey  his 
provisions  with  him  as  he  jogged  along  for  a whole  weary 
week  over  roads  that  were  either  smothered  in  dust  or 
drowned  in  mud;  at  the  time  when  people  eat  such  things 
as  Pojarski  cutlets  and  Boublikis;*  at  the  time  when  tal- 
low-candles sweated  and  smoked  as  they  provided  a dingy 
-iyht  for  families  of  from  twenty  to  thirty  persons — on  ball- 
hts  the  candelabra  were  glorified  with  wax  or  spermaceti 
tV)ers;  at  the  time,  I say,  when  the  furniture  of  a room 
c(s  set  out  with  prim  precision,  and  when  our  fathers, 
c<  o were  young  in  other  ways  than  in  a mere  freedom 
(m  wrinkles  and  gray  hairs,  fought  for  a woman  and 
(levied  from  one  end  of  a room  to  the  other  to  pick  up  a 
ly^s  handkerchief,  no  matter  whether  it  had  been  dropped 
om^rpose  or  not;  at  the  time  when  our  mothers  wore 

* Cakes  in  the  shape  of  a crown. 

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PREFACE. 


high  waists  and  voluminous  sleeves,  and  settled  the  destiny 
of  families  by  drawing  straws;  at  the  time  when  women  of 
questionable  morality  did  not  venture  to  show  themselves 
abroad  in  open  daylight;  in  the  unsophisticated  days, 
finally,  of  masonic  lodges,  of  the  Tug  end-bund  * of  Davidoff 
and  Pouchkine,  a meeting  of  fpomestchiks\  was  being  held 

in  the  town  of  K , the  capital  of  the  governmental 

district  of  the  same  name,  and  the  election  of  the  repre- 
sentatives of  the  local  nobility  was  drawing  to  a close. 

* An  association  of  students. 

\ Landed  proprietors. 


TWO  GENERATIONS. 




PART  I. 


I. 

“Oh!  anywhere;  it  dosen't  matter  where.  Very  well, 
into  the  drawing-room,  then!”  exclaimed  a young  officer, 
enveloped  in  a fur  cloak  and  wearing  a hussar's  cap,  as  he 
sprung  out  of  a traveling-carriage  that  was  drawn  up  in 
front  of  one  of  the  best  hotels  in  the  town  of  K . 

“We  are  very  full,  your  excellency,”  said  the  hotel-por- 
ter, who  had  already  gathered  from  the  young  officer's 
servant  that  he  was  Count  Tourbine;  and  hence  the  title 
of  “Excellency”  with  which  he  honored  him.  “The 
pomestchik's  wife,  Afremova,  has  given  notice  that  she  is 
going  away  this  evening  with  her  daughter,  and  as  soon  as 
the  ladies  have  left  you  shall  have  their  room,  No.  11,” 
continued  the  porter,  walking  before  the  count  into  the 
corridor,  and  turning  round  at  each  step. 

In  the  general  room,  grouped  together  beneath  a full- 
length  portrait  of  the  Emperor  Alexander  I.,  several  noble- 
men were  sitting  at  a table  and  drinking  champagne. 

Some  merchants,  who  were  passing  through  K — — , were 

' seated  a little  apart  enveloped  in  their  blue  shoubas* 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


The  count  entered  the  room,  calling  his  big  dog,  Bliiche: 
after  him;  he  took  off  his  cloak,  the  collar  of  which  w; 
covered  with  hoar-frost,  and  then  sat  down  near  the  tab! 
Having  ordered  some  vodka  to  be  brought  to  him,  he  en^ 
tered  into  conversation  with  the  company  present.  Hii 
pleasant,  frank  expression,  which  was  set  off  by  a hand- 
some blue  satin  dolman  made  in  the  best  taste,  quickly 
won  him  a kindly  welcome,  and  a glass  of  champagne  was1' 
pressed  upon  him. 

The  count,  however,  first  drank  off  his  little  glass  of 
vodka,  and  then  called  for  a bottle  of  champagne,  which! 
he  invited  his  new  friends  to  share.  At  that  moment  the) 
yamstchik*  came  into  the  room,  and,  going  up  to  the 
count,  asked  him  for  a gratuity. 

“ Give  him  something,  Sachka,"f  said  the  count. 

The  yamstchik  went  out  of  the  room  with  Sachka,  bui 
he  returned  almost  immediately,  holding  a coin  in  his  open 
palm. 

“ What,  my  little  father,”  he  cried,  “ is  this  all?  Pm 
sure  I did  everything  I could  to  accommodate  your  excel- 
lency. You  promised  me  fifty  copecks,  but  he's  only  given 
me  twenty -five." 

“ Give  him  a rouble,  Sachka!" 

Sachka's  eyes  were  fixed  upon  the  yamstchik' s feet. 

“ He  has  got  quite  sufficient,"  he  said.  “ And,  besides, 
I have  no  more  money  left. " 

The  count  took  a couple  of  blue  notesj  out  of  his  purse 


* Driver  of  post-horses, 
f The  diminutive  of  Alexander. 

\ A blue  note  is  worth  about  five  rouble®, 


TWO  GENEKATIOKS. 


9 


v— they  were  all  that  he  possessed — and  gave  one  of  them  to 
(;he  yamstchik,  who  thereupon  kissed  his  hand  and  left  the 

>oom. 

1 1 “ I've  got  to  the  end  of  my  stock !”  exclaimed  the  offi- 
cer. “ Here  are  my  last  five  roubles!” 

/ “ Ah,  that's  just  like  your  gay  hussar,  count!”  said  one 
-of  the  noblemen  present,  with  a smile.  His  deep  voice, 
heavy  mustache  and  bowed  legs  made  him  look  like  a re- 
tired cavalry  officer.  “ Do  you  intend  to  stay  long  here?” 
I “ I can't  stay  very  long,  unless  I manage  to  get  some 
, more  money.  Besides,  there's  no  room  vacant  in  this  con- 
founded hotel!” 

“ Excuse  me,  count,  but  there  is.  There  is  mine,  No. 
7.  Be  good  enough  to  avail  yourself  of  it  for  to-night,  and 
I until  you  can  obtain  other  accommodation.  You  must  at 
j least  stay  two  or  three  days  here.  I have  just  left  the  pred- 
voditel ;*  he  will  be  delighted  to  see  you  at  his  house.” 

“ Oh,  you  must  certainly  stay,  count!”  now  exclaimed  a 
tall  and  handsome  young  man.  “ Why  should  you  hurry 
yourself?  An  election  only  occurs  once  every  three  years. 
Stay,  and  you'll  have  a chance  of  seeing  our  girls.” 

“ Sachka,  get  me  a clean  shirt.  I'm  going  to  have  a 
bath  now,  gentlemen,  and  then  we  will  see.  I may,  in- 
deed, go  and  see  the  predvoditel,  ” remarked  the  count. 

He  then  again  called  his  servant,  and  whispered  a few 
words  in  his  ear.  Sachka  smiled  as  he  listened.  “ That  is 
quite  possible,”  he  replied,  and  then  he  hastened  out  of  the 
room. 

j * The  representative  of  the  nobility. 


10 


TWO  GENEBATIONS. 


\ I 

“ Then  I may  order  my  luggage  to  be  carried  up  into  1 
your  room;  eh,  little  father?”  said  the  count,  as  he  took  1 
his  leave.  ) 

“ By  all  means;  I shall  be  delighted  to  be  of  use  to 
you,”  replied  the  cavalry  officer,  hastening  toward  the 
door.  “Don’t  forget  the  number;  7!”  he  cried,  as  he 
reached  it.  j 

When  the  sound  of  the  count's  retreating  footsteps  had 
died  away,  the  cavalry  officer  returned  to  his  place,  and  i 
drawing  his  chair  close  up  to  that  of  the  tall  young  man,  1 
he  looked  at  him  with  smiling  eyes.  “ It  is  the  man  him-  j 
self. '' 

“ Really?" 

“ Yes,  indeed,  it  is.  It  is  Tourbine  himself,  the  duel- 
ist hussar,  the  notorious  fire-eater.  I'll  wager  anything  , 
that  he  recognized  me.  He  must  have  done  so;  we  had  a j 
merry  time  together  at  Lebediane.  For  three  weeks  we  [ 
never  went  to  bed.  At  that  time  I was  detached  on  special 
duty,  procuring  horses.  There  were  some  circumstances 
in  our  acquaintanceship  which  seemed  to  make  us  friends 
at  once.  He's  a fine  fellow,  isn't  he?" 

“ Indeed,  he  is!  And  what  charming  manners!  There's 
really  no  fault  to  be  found  with  him.  How  quickly  we 
seemed  to  get  on  friendly  terms!  He  can't  be  more  than 
five-and-twenty,  I should  say." 

“ He  doesn't  look  more,  certainly;  but  he's  not  quite  so 
young  as  that.  Ah,  I must  tell  you  what  sort  of  a man  he 
is!  Who  was  it  who  carried  off  the  Megounova  girl?  It  , 
was  he.  Who  was  it  who  killed  Sabline?  It  was  he.  He 
forced  Matneff  to  jump  out  of  the  window,  and  he  won  ; 


TWO  GENERATIONS. 


11 


’ 300,000  roubles  from  Prince  Nesteroff.  He  is  a wild,  hot- 
I headed  fellow,  and  wants  knowing.  Gamester,  duelist, 
\ , libertine,  and  a hussar  in  heart  and  soul;  yes,  he's  a true 
hussar!  Ah,  people  are  very  fond  of  maligning  us,  but  if 
they  only  knew  what  it  really  is  to  be  a hussar,  and  what  a 
time  we  had  in  those  days!” 

Then  the  officer  related  to  his  companion  the  history  of 
a pleasure  excursion  which  he  said  he  had  made  in  the 
, count's  company,  but  the  events  he  related  were  so  wild 
and  fantastical  that  they  could  only  have  existed  in  the 
narrator's  imagination.  And  here  it  may  be  noted,  in  the 
first  place,  that  this  cavalry  officer  had  never  even  seen  the 
count  before,  having  retired  from  the  service  two  years  be- 
{ fore  the  latter  had  entered  it;  and,  in  the  second  place, 
I that  this  accomplished  cavalry  officer  had  never  served  in 
the  cavalry  at  all.  His  name  was  Zavalchfcvsky,  and  for 
four  years  he  had  simply  been  a non-commissioned  officer 
in  the  Bielef  foot  regiment,  retiring  as  soon  as  he  had  been 
promoted  to  the  rank  of  sub-lieutenant. 

Having  come  into  some  property,  however,  he  had  sub- 
sequently stayed  for  some  time  at  Lebediane,  where  he  had 
spent  seven  hundred  roubles  in  the  society  of  the  officers 
who  were  on  duty  there  procuring  horses.  He  had  had  a 
lancer's  uniform  made  for  himself,  and  for  a short  time  he 
had  thought  of  joining  a cavalry  regiment.  The  three 
weeks  which  he  had  spent  at  Lebediane  had  formed  the 
serenest  and  nappiest  period  of  his  life;  and  he 'had  begun 
to  think  that  he  had  really  carried  out  his  project;  so 
mingling  fancy  and  reality  together,  indeed,  that  he  ended 
by  believing  that  he  had  actually  been  an  officer  of  cavalry. 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


This  little  delusion,  however,  did 'not  prevent  him  from 
having  a kind,  soft  heart,  or  from  being  a really  good  and 
worthy  fellow. 

“ Yes,”  he  sighed,  “ those  who  have  not  served  in  the 
cavalry  will  never  be  able  to  understand  us.” 

Then  having  seated  himself  astride  a chair,  as  though  it 
were  a horse,  and  protruding  his  lower  jaw,  he  continued, 
in  a deep  voice:  “Sometimes  I found  myself  riding  in 
front  of  the  squadron  on  an  animal  that  wasn't  a horse, 
but  a real  devil  that  would  do  nothing  but  kick.  Then  at 
a review  the  commanding  officer  would  come  up  to  me  and 
say:  c Lieutenant,  they  won't  do  anything  without  you. 
Come  and  put  the  squadron  through  their  movements.' 
6 Certainly,  sir!'  I used  to  answer.  And  then  I turned 
toward  the  men  and  gave  them  the  word  of  command. 
Ah!  confound  it  all,  it  was  a happy  time.” 

When  Count  Tourbine  came  out  of  the  bath-room,  with 
ruddy  cheeks  and  damp  hair,  he  went  straight  to  room  No. 
7,  where  Zavalchevsky,  the  self-styled  cavalry  officer,  had 
already  betaken  himself.  Wearing  a dressing-gown  and 
smoking  his  pipe,  he  was  thinking  with  delight,  that  was 
not  altogether  free  from  alarm,  of  the  happy  chance  which 
had  enabled  him  to  share  his  room  with  the  celebrated 
Tourbine. 

“What  should  I do,”  he  was  asking  himself,  “if  the 
count  took  it  into  his  head  to  strip  me  naked  and  then 
carry  me  outside  the  town  and  leave  me  in  that  state  in  the 
snow?  Or  he  might,  perhaps,  smear  me  over  with  tar,  or 
even — But  no,  he'll  do  nothing  of  that  kind,  I'm  sure,  to 
an  old  comrade.  No,  no!  he  certainly  won't,”  repeat- 


TWO  GENERATIONS. 


13 


ed  the  ex-sub-lieutenant  to  inspire  himself  with  confi- 
dence. 

“ Sachka,”  said  the  count  to  his  servant  on  entering  the 
apartment,  “ tell  them  to  give  Blucher  something  to  eat.” 

The  servant  was  already  the  worse  for  the  vodka  which 
he  had  drunk  since  his  arrival  at  the  hotel. 

“ You  haven't  been  able  to  restrain  yourself,  then? 
You  have  been  drinking  already,  you  scoundrel!”  con- 
tinued Tourbine.  “ Go  and  see  Blucher  fed.” 

“It  won't  kill  him  to  wait  a little!  He's  quite  fat 
enough!”  replied  Sachka,  fondling  the  dog. 

“ Don't  answer  me,  but  go  and  get  him  some  food!” 

“ There,  that's  just  like  you!  The  dog,  of  course,  must 
have  its  food,  but  if  a man  just  takes  a little  glass  of 
vodka,  you  abuse  him.” 

“ I'll  give  you  a hiding!”  cried  the  count,  in  a voice  that 
made  the  windows  shake  and  ex-sub-lieutenant  Zaval- 
chevsky  shudder. 

“ It  would  be  better  if  you  inquired  whether  Sachka  had 
had  anything  to  eat  to-day,”  retorted  the  servant.  “ Oh, 
you  may  strike  me,  as  you  seem  to  think  that  a dog  is  of 
much  more  importance  than  a man!” 

As  he  spoke,  he  received  such  a clout  from  his  master 
that  his  head  was  knocked  against  the  screen.  With  one 
bound  he  sprung  out  into  the  corridor,  where  he  dropped 
down  on  to  a bench. 

“He  has  knocked  my  teeth  out!”  }ie  groaned,  wiping 
his  bleeding  nose  with  one  hand,  while  with  the  other  he 
scratched  the  back  of  Blucher,  who  was  licking  himself. 
“He  has  knocked  my  teeth  out,  Bluchka!  But  all  the 


14 


TWO  GENERATIONS. 


same,  he  is  my  count,  and  I would  throw  myself  into  the 
fire  for  him!  Yes,  he  is  my  own  count,  isn't  he,  Bluchka? 
Well,  doggy,  are  you  really  hungry?” 

After  remaining  on  his  back  for  a few  moments,  he  got 
up  and  gave  the  dog  some  food,  and  then,  almost  quite 
sobered  again,  he  proceeded  to  serve  his  master  with  tea. 

“ You  will  hurt  my  feelings  very  much  if  you  do,”  the 
ex-sub-lieutenant  was  now  saying,  as  he  stood  in  front  of 
Tourbine,  who  was  lying  on  the  bed,  with  his  legs  in  the 
air  and  his  feet  against  the  wall.  “ I am  an  old  soldier 
myself,  a comrade,  so  to  speak.  You  needn't  go  borrow- 
ing money  elsewhere;  I have  a couple  of  hundred  roubles 
here,  which  are  quite  at  your  service.  I haven't  quite  that 
amount  in  my  pocket,  but  I have  a hundred,  and  I can  get 
the  rest  in  the  course  of  the  day.  I shall  really  feel  hurt 
if  you  refuse,  count.” 

“ Thank  you,  my  little  father,  thank  you,”  said  the 
count,  quickly  realizing  what  sort  of  acquaintanceship  was 
going  to  be  established  between  them.  “ Very  well, 
then,”  he  continued,  tapping  the  ex  - sub  - lieutenant's 
shoulder,  “ we  will  go  to  this  ball  presently,  but  what  shall 
we  do  now?  Tell  me  what  is  going  on  in  your  town. 
What  pretty  women  have  you  got?  Who  are  your  gay  fel- 
lows, and  who  are  your  card  players?” 

Zavalchevsky  replied  that  there  would  be  plenty  of  pretty 
women  at  the  ball,  and  that  the  Ispravnik  Kolkoff  was  the 
gayest  man  in  the  town,  though  he  lacked  the  audacity  of 
a true  hussar,  and  was  only  a commonplace  sort  of  good 
fellow.  Then  he  told  the  count  that  Uiusha's  troupe  of 
gypsies  had  been  singing  at  K—  since  the  beginning  of 


TWO  GENERATIONS. 


15 


the  elections;  that  pretty  Stiochka  was  the  soloist;  that  all 
the  predvoditers  friends  were  to  meet  that  day;  that  cards 
would  be  played  for  very  high  stakes;  that  Loukhnoff,  a 

traveler  temporarily  staying  at  K •,  always  played  for 

ready  money;  and  that  Iliine,  a sub-lieutenant  of  lancers, 
who  was  the  tenant  of  the  next  room — No.  8 — had  recently 
being  losing  heavily. 

“ Fellows  play  in  his  room  every  evening,  count,  " added 
the  ex-sub-lieutenant,  “ and  he  is  such  a good  fellow! 
He's  so  generous  that  he  would  give  you  the  very  shirt  off 
his  back!" 

“ Very  well,  let  us  go  to  his  room  and  see  what  sort  of 
people  he  has  got  there,"  said  the  count. 

“ Yes,  come  along;  I am  sure  they  will  be  delighted  to 
see  you." 


n. 

Iliine,  the  sub-lieutenant  of  lancers,  had  only  been 
awake  for  a short  time.  He  had  sat  down  at  the  card- 
table  at  eight  o'clock  on  the  previous  evening,  and  he  had 
remained  there  for  fifteen  consecutive  hours;  that  is,  till 
eleven  o'clock  in  the  morning.  He  had  lost  rather  heavily, 
but  he  did  not  know  exactly  how  much,  for  besides  three 
thousand  roubles  of  his  own,  he  had  had  in  his  possession 
fifteen  thousand  belonging  to  the  army-chest,  which  had 
got  mixed  with  his  private  cash.  He  was  really  afraid  to 
cast  up  his  accounts,  for  fear  it  should  turn  out  that  there 
was  a deficiency  in  the  public  money. 

It  was  nearly  noon  when  he  fell  into  a deep,  dreamless 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


sleep,,  such  a sleep  as  a very  young  man  can  enjoy,  even 
after  a heavy  loss.  He  awoke  again  at  about  six  o^clock  in 
the  evening,  just  as  Count  Tourbine  was  arriving  at  the 
hotel.  As  his  eyes  fell  upon  the  cards  lying  on  the  floor, 
and  upon  the  stained  tables  in  the  middle  of  the  room,  he 
recollected  with  alarm  the  play  of  the  previous  evening, 
and  that  last  knave,  which  had  cost  him  five  hundred 
roubles.  Unwilling  to  believe  in  the  reality  of  it  all,  he 
drew  his  money  from  under  his  pillow  and  began  to  count 
it. 

He  recognized  several  of  the  crumpled  notes  which  had 
passed  from  hand  to  hand,  and  recollected  all  the  vagaries 
of  the  play.  The  whole  of  his  own  three  thousand  roubles 
were  gone,  as  well  as  two  thousand  five  hundred  of  the 
amount  belonging  to  the  army-chest. 

The  lancer  had  been  playing  for  four  nights  in  succes- 
sion. He  had  come  from  Moscow,  where  he  had  received 
the  army  funds.  The  posting-master  had  detained  him  for 

a day  at  K , upon  the  pretext  that  there  were  no 

horses,  but  in  reality  through  connivance  with  the  landlord 
of  the  hotel,  who  was  anxious  to  retain,  for  at  least  one 
day,  all  the  travelers  passing  through  the  town.  The 
lancer,  who  was  quite  a young  man,  was  extremely  fond 
of  pleasure.  His  parents  had  just  given  him  three  thou- 
sand roubles  to  defray  the  expenses  of  his  outfit,  and  he 

was  by  no  means  unwilling  to  spend  a few  days  at  K , 

expecting  to  find  plenty  of  amusement  there.  He  knew  a 
family  of  pomestchiks  in  the  neighborhood,  and  he  was 
preparing  to  go  and  visit  them  and  pay  his  court  to  the 
daughter  of  the  house,  when  his  neighbor,  the  ex-sub-lieu* 


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17 


tenant,  entered  the  room  and  introduced  himself.  Later 
on  during  the  same  evening,  and  without  the  least  inter- 
ested motive,  Zavalchevsky  had  made  Iliine  acquainted 
with  Loukhnoff  and  his  other  gambling  friends  who  had 
assembled  together  in  the  public  room  of  the  hotel.  From 
that  first  evening  the  lancer  took  to  play,  pud  not  only  left 
his  visit  to  his  friend  the  pomestchik  unpaid,  but  he  never 
even  thought  of  asking  the  posting-master  for  horses;  he 
remained  in  his  room  for  four  whole  days  together. 

Having  counted  his  money  and  ascertained  that  no  less 
than  two  thousand  five  hundred  roubles  of  the  army  money 
were  missing,  Iliine  dressed  himself,  drank  some  tea,  and 
then  went  up  to  the  window.  He  felt  inclined  to  go  out 
for  a little  while,  and  try  to  divert  his  mind  from  dwelling 
upon  the  previous  evening's  play.  Accordingly,  he  put  on 
his  cloak  and  went  down  into  the  street.  The  sun  had 
already  sunk  behind  the  white-walled,  red-roofed  houses, 
and  it  was  growing  dusk.  The  air  was  warm,  and  the 
melting  snow  fell  in  great  flakes  on  to  the  muddy  road. 

Iliine  suddenly  felt  a thrill  of  sadness  as  he  reflected  that 
he  had  slept  through  the  whole  of  the  day,  which  was  now 
waning.  “ This  day,  which  is  already  nearly  past,  will 
never  return,"  he  thought.  “ I have  lost  my  youth!"  he 
added  to  himself,  though  he  did  not  really  believe  that  he 
had  lost  it.  He  was  not  even  thinking  so;  the  sentence 
was  spoken  quite  mechanically. 

“ What  shall  I do?"  he  asked  himself  at  last;  “ borrow 
the  money  from  some  one  and  go  away?" 

Just  at  this  moment  a lady  passed  along  the  opposite 
sidewalk.  “ She  is  a silly  creature,"  Iliine  thought  to 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


himself,  though  he  could  not  have  said  why.  u But  from 
whom  can  I borrow?”  he  added.  “ Ah!  I have  lost  my 
youth.  ” 

He  then  walked  up  to  a row  of  shops.  A tradesman, 
wearing  a fox-skin  cloak,  was  standing  in  front  of  one  of 
them,  inviting  customers  to  purchase  his  wares. 

44  If  I had  played  that  eight,”  thought  Iliine,  44  I should 
have  won.  ” 

A poor  old  woman  was  following  him,  whimpering. 

44  There  is  no  one  from  whom  I can  borrow,”  he  re- 
flected. 

A man,  wearing  a bear-skin  cloak,  now  went  past  him,, 
and  he  noticed  a policeman  on  duty. 

44  What  can  I do?”  he  still  soliloquized.  44  What  can  I 
think  of?  What  excuse  can  I make  for  not  paying  them? 
Shall  I blow  their  brains  out?  No;  that  would  be  un- 
pleasant. Ah,  I have  lost  my  youth!  What  lovely  har- 
ness that  is  hung  up  there!  I wish  I were  driving  along; 
in  a troika.  Well,  well,  I must  get  back  again.  Loukh- 
noff  will  be  coming  presently,  and  then  we  shall  play.” 

He  returned  to  his  room  and  counted  his  money  over 
again.  But  no,  he  had  not  made  any  mistake.  He  was: 
two  thousand  five  hundred  roubles  short. 

44 1 will  put  down  twenty-five  roubles  as  my  first  stake.- 
I will  double  the  amount  for  the  second  round;  and  I will 
go  on  doubling  till  I have  won  three  thousand  roublesr 
Then  I will  buy  some  harness  and  set  off.  Ah,  if  only 
fortune  would  befriend  me!  I have  lost  my  youth!” 

Such  were  the  thoughts  of  the  young  lancer  when  Loukh- 
noff  came  into  liis  room. 


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19 


“ Have  you  been  long  awake,  Mikhail  Vassilivitch?” 
asked  the  visitor,  as  he  slowly  removed  from  his  bony  nose 
a pair  of  gold-rimmed  spectacles  and  carefully  wiped  them 
with  a red  silk  handkerchief.  % 

“ No,  only  a little  time.  I slept  very  soundly?” 

“ There's  a hussar  just  arrived.  He  has  taken  up  his 
quarters  with  Zavalchevsky.  Have  you  heard  anything  of 
him?” 

“ No.  But  where  are  the  others?” 

“ Oh,  they've  gone  to  see  Priakhine.  They'll  be  here 
very  soon.” 

Almost  immediately,  indeed,  there  arrived  an  officer  of 
the  garrison,  who  was  always  with  Loukhnoff,  a merchant 
of  Greek  extraction,  with  a large  hooked  nose  and  deep-set 
black  eyes,  a sleek,  plump  pomestchik,  and  a distiller,  who 
played  whole  nights  for  stakes  of  fifty  copecks.  They  wTere 
all  eager  to  begin  playing  at  once,  though  the  deeper 
players  affected  to  be  thinking  about  very  different  things, 
especially  Loukhnoff,  who  began  to  relate  some  stories  of 
the  scamps  of  Moscow. 

“You  must  understand,”  he  said,  “that  at  Moscow, 
great  town  and  capital  though  it  be,  men  go  out  at  night 
with  bludgeons,  and  disguise  themselves  as  devils  to 
frighten  foolish  folks  and  rob  pedestrians.  The  police  do 
nothing  to  prevent  it,  which  is  certainly  very  strange.'' 

The  lancer  listened  attentively  to  his  friend's  story,  but 
as  soon  as  it  was  finished,  he  rose  up  from  his  seat,  and, 
without  any  one  observing  what  he  was  about,  gave  orders 
for  some  cards  to  be  brought.  The  stout  pomestchik  was 
the  first  to  find  it  out. 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


“ Come,  gentlemen,  what  is  the  use  of  wasting  valuable 
time?”  said  he.  “ If  we  are  going  to  play  let  us  begin  at 
once.” 

“ You  carried  off  a nice  little  heap  of  half  roubles  yes- 
terday,”#remarked  the  Greek,  “ and  that  has  put  you  in 
good  spirits.” 

“ Yes,  indeed,  we  had  better  begin,”  said  the  officer  be- 
longing to  the  garrison. 

Iliine  glanced  at  Loukhnoff , who  was  still  placidly  relating 
his  stories  about  pickpockets  disguised  as  claw-wearing 
devils.  “ Well,  shall  we  begin?”  asked  the  lancer. 

“ Don*t  you  think  it  is  rather  early?” 

“ Bah!”  cried  Iliine,  blushing,  without  knowing  why. 
“ But  bring  me  some  dinner,  waiter.  I*ve  had  nothing  to 
eat  yet,  gentlemen.  And  bring  some  champagne  and  the 
cards  at  the  same  time.  ” 

At  this  Count  Tourbine  and  Zavalchevsky  entered  the 
room.  Tourbine  and  Iliine  were  attached  to  the  same 
division.  They  made  friends  with  each  other  at  once,  and 
clinked  their  glasses  together  as  they  tossed  off  their  cham- 
pagne. In  five  minutes*  time  they  were  on  the  most 
familiar  terms.  The  count  seemed  to  take  a strong  liking 
for  Iliine,  and  he  smiled  continually  as  he  looked  at  him, 
joking  at  his  youthfulness.  “ What  a magnificent  lancer!** 
he  exclaimed,  “ and  what  a splendid  mustache!** 

In  point  of  fact  there  were  only  a few  downy  hairs  upon 
Iliine*s  upper  lip. . 

“ You  look  as  though  you  were  getting  ready  to  play,** 
then  said  the  count.  “ Well,  I hope  you *11  win,  Iliine.” 

“Yes,  we  are  going  to  play,**  replied  Louhknoff,  tear- 


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21 


ing  the  wrapper  off  a pack  of  cards.  “ Won't  you  conde* 
scend  to  join  us,  count?" 

“ Not  to-day,  thank  you;  but  I dare  say  I should  have 
beaten  you  all  if  I had.  When  I sit  down  no  bank  can 
withstand  me.  But  just  at  present  I have  no  money.  I 
lost  everything  while  we  wTere  . stopping  at  Yolotchok.  I 
came  across  a sort  of  infantry  man  there.  He  wore  a lot 
of  rings,  and  I've  no  doubt  but  what  he  was  a swindler. 
He  cleaned  me  out  altogether." 

“ Did  you  stay  a long  time  at  Volotchok?"  asked 
Iliine. 

“ Two-and-twenty  hours.  I shall  not  forget  it  in  a 
hurry.  And  the  postingAmaster  won't  forget  it  either." 

“ Why?" 

“ Well,  when  I got  there,  the  posting-master,  a rascally 
looking  fellow,  came  out.  ‘ No  horses!'  he  said  to  me. 
Now,  I have  an  invariable  rule.  When  there  are  no 
horses,  without  taking  off  my  shouba,  I go  straight  into 
the  master's  room,  not  into  the  waiting-room,  but  into  the 
master's  own  private  room,  and  I throw  all  the  doors  and 
windows  wide  open,  as  though  I were  suffocating.  Well,  I 
did  that  upon  this  occasion.  You  recollect  how  cold  it  was 
last  month,  twenty  degrees  Reaumur.  The  posting-mas- 
ter began  to  make  some  unpleasant  remarks  to  me,  to 
which  I replied  by  a smart  blow  on  his  mouth.  An  old 
woman,  and  some  little  girls  and  babas*  then  began  to  cry. 
They  caught  up  their  pots  and  tried  to  escape  into  the  vil- 
lage. But  I barred  the  way,  and  said,  ‘ Give  me  some 


* Peasant  women. 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


horses  and  I will  drive  off;  if  you  don't,  I shall  not  let  any 
one  go  out;  you  will  all  remain  freezing  here.'  " 

“ That  was  an  admirable  stratagem!"  exclaimed  the  fat 
pomestchik,  laughing  heartily. 

“ Unfortunately  I did  not  keep  up  a sufficiently  vigilant 
watch.  I went  out  for  a moment  or  two,  and  the  posting- 
master  and  all  his  babas  managed  to  escape.  Only  the  old 
woman  was  left  as  a hostage,  lying  on  the  stove.  She  was 
sneezing  and  praying  the  whole  time.  Then  we  began  to 
negotiate.  The  posting-master  reappeared,  and,  keeping 
at  a safe  distance,  tried  to  persuade  me  to  allow  the  old 
woman  to  leave  the  room.  Then  I let  my  dog  Blucher 
loose.  Posting-masters  have  great  attractions  for  him. 
However,  in  spite  of  all  I could  do,  the  scoundrel  would 
not  give  me  any  horses  till  the  next  morning.  Presently 
this  sort  of  infantry  man  I just  spoke  of  came  up,  and  we 
went  together  into  another  room,  and  began  to  play.  By 
the  way,  have  you  seen  Blucher?  Blucher!  Blucher!" 

Blucher  now  bounded  up,  and  the  players  fondled  him 
with  polite  kindliness,  though  it  was  easy  to  see  that  their 
minds  were  preoccupied  with  thoughts  of  the  coming  play. 

“ Well,  gentlemen,  why  don't  you  begin?  Pray  don't 
let  me  hinder  you,"  said  Tourbine.  “ I am  a dreadful 
gossip,  I know.  Ah!  whatever  people  may  say,  play  is  a 
delightful  thing!" 


III. 

Loukhnoff  drew  a couple  of  candles  toward  him,  took 
a heavy  and  well-filled  brown  note-case  from  his  pocket, 
and  then,  with  all  the  slow  deliberation  that  would  have 


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23 


suited  the  performance  of  some  religious  ceremony,  he  laid 
it  upon  the  table,  opened  it,  took  out  two  notes  of  a hun- 
dred roubles  each,  and  placed  them  upon  the  cards. 

“ The  bank  has  two  hundred  roubles  on  hand,  the  same 
as  yesterday,”  he  said,  fixing  his  spectacles  across  his  nose, 
and  then  he  shuffled  the  cards. 

“ All  right,”  remarked  Iliine,  without  even  looking,  and 
still  continuing  his  conversation  with  Tourbine. 

They  began  to  play.  Loukhnoff  dealt  the  cards  with 
mechanical  regularity,  occasionally  stopping  to  leisurely 
mark  a point,  or  to  glance  severely  over  his  spectacles  as 
he  bade  the  others  proceed  with  the  game. 

The  stout  pomestchik  was  the  noisiest  of  the  party.  He 
kept  on  making  remarks  upon  the  game  in  a loud  voice, 
and  constantly  wetted  the  ends  of  his  plump  fingers  to  get 
a firmer  hold  of  his  cards.  The  officer  of  the  garrison,  on 
his  side,  marked  down  his  points  in  a neat  manner,  and 
laid  his  memorandum  down  on  the  table.  The  Greek  was 
sitting  beside  the  banker,  keenly  watching  the  game  with 
his  deep-set  black  eyes,  as  though  he  were  waiting  for 
something  to  happen.  Suddenly  Zavalchevsky,  who  was 
standing  near  the  table,  made  a gesture,  and  then  drew  a 
red  note*  out  of  the  pocket  of  his  trousers.  He  covered  it 
with  a card,  and,  bringing  his  hand  down  smartly  upon  the 
table  and  keeping  it  there,  he  exclaimed — “ Oh,  seven!  do 
let  me  win!”  Then  he  chewed  his  mustache  and  pawed 
the  floor  with  his  feet,  flushing  and  fidgeting  about  while 
the  cards  were  being  played. 


* A red  note  is  worth  ten  roubles. 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


Hiine  was  eating  some  veal  and  gherkins  which  had  been 
placed  near  him  on  a hair-seated  couch,  and  he  played  his 
cards  one  after  the  other,  after  hurriedly  wiping  his  fingers 
on  his  coat. 

Tourbine,  who  had  at  first  seated  himself  on  the  couch, 
seemed  to  be  troubled  by  some  doubts.  Loukhnoff  neither 
looked  at  the  lancer  nor  spoke  to  him,  though  occasionally 
his  spectacles  were  directed  toward  his  hands.  The 
lancer’s  cards  were  proving  bad  ones. 

“ If  I could  only  beat  that  poor  little  card!”  exclaimed 
Loukhnoff,  referring  to  the  one  held  by  the  stout  pomest- 
chik,  who  was  playing  for  stakes  of  fifty  copecks. 

“ You’d  better  beat  Hiine’s!  What  good  would  it  do 
you  to  beat  mine?” 

Iliine’s  cards  seemed  to  lose  oftener  than  those  of  any 
one  else.  His  nervous  fingers  tore  the  last  one  that  had 
lost,  and  he  took  a fresh  one.  Tourbine  now  rose  from  the 
couch  and  asked  the  Greek  t9  allow  him  to  sit  next  to  the 
banker.  The  Greek  willingly  changed  places,  and  the 
count,  taking  his  seat,  began  to  watch  Loukhnoff ’s  hands 
keenly. 

“ Iliine,”  he  said,  suddenly,  in  a quiet  voice,  which, 
however,  in  spite  of  its  softness,  could  be  heard  above  the 
sound  of  the  conversation,  “ why  are  you  keeping  back 
the — ? You  don’t  know  how  to  play.” 

“It  doesn’t  matter  how  one  plays;  it  all  comes  to  the 
same  thing.” 

“You  will  certainly  lose  if  you  play  like  that.  Give  me 
your  cards,  and  let  me  play  them  for  you.  ” 

“ No,  thank  you.  Excuse  me,  please,  but  I had  rather 


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25 


play  them  myself.  Take  a hand  of  your  own  if  you  would 
like  to  play.” 

“ No,  I've  already  said  that  I wouldn't  play;  still  I am 
quite  willing  to  play  your  hand.  It  vexes  me  to  see  you 
losing  in  this  way.” 

“ Oh,  it's  nothing  but  my  bad  luck.” 

The  count  said  nothing  more,  but,  leaning  on  his  elbows, 
he  again  began  to  watch  the  banker's  hands. 

“ That's  not  right!”  he  suddenly  exclaimed,  in  a loud, 
sharp  voice,  and  then  he  repeated  the  remark  more  de- 
liberately. 

Loukhnoff  turned  and  looked  at  him. 

^That's  not  right!"  again  repeated  the  count,  raising 
his  voice,  and  looking  keenly  at  the  banker. 

However,  the  play  went  on. 

“ That  is  not  right,”  once  more  repeated  the  count,  as 
Loukhnoff  covered  a strong  card  of  Hiine's. 

“What  is  it  that  displeases  you,  count?”  asked  the 
banker,  in  a politely  indifferent  tone. 

The  count  made  an  objection  to  a point  in  Loukhnoff 's 
play,  but  the  latter  merely  shrugged  his  shoulders,  and  the 
game  went  on. 

“ Blucher!”  called  the  count,  getting  up  and  whistling. 
“ Bite  him!”  he  added,  sharply. 

Blucher  almost  overturned  the  officer  of  the  garrison  as 
he  jostled  against  him.  He  sprung  at  a bound  to  his 
master,  growled  and  whisked  his  tail,  and  looked  around 
him.  He  seemed  to  be  asking  who  was  misbehaving  him- 
self. Meanwhile  Loukhnoff  laid  down  his  cards  and 
pushed  his  chair  back. 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


“ We  can't  go  on  playing  in  this  way/'  he  said.  “ I 
detest  dogs.  How  is  it  possible  to  play  if  people  bring  a 
pack  of  hounds  into  the  room?" 

“ Especially  hounds  of  this  kind/'  continued  the  officer 
of  the  garrison.  “ This  is  what  is  called  a blood-hound,  I 
believe. " 

“ Well,  Mikhail  Vassilivitch,  are  we  to  play  or  are  we 
not?"  asked  Loukhnoff  of  the  master  of  the  room. 

“ Pray  don't  disturb  us,  count,"  said  the  young  lancer 
to  Tourbine. 

“ Come  here  for  a moment,"  replied  Tourbine,  taking 
Iliine  by  the  arm,  and  leading  him  to  the  other  side  of  the 
screen. 

All  that  was  said  by  the  count,  who  spoke  in  his  ordinary 
voice,  could  be  distinctly  heard  at  the  card-table;  indeed, 
the  hussar's  ordinary  voice  was  so  loud  that  it  could  have 
been  heard  through  three  partitions. 

“ Are  you  mad?"  he  asked.  “ Can't  you  see  that  that 
gentleman  with  the  spectacles  is  a sharper  of  the  worst 
kind?" 

“ But—" 

“ There  are  no  ‘ buts  ' about  it.  Give  over  playing,  I 
tell  you.  Of  course  it  makes  no  difference  to  me  person- 
ally. At  another  time  I might  have  emptied  your  pockets 
myself.  I don't  know  how  it  is,  but  I felt  quite  sorry  for 
you  as  I saw  you  losing  like  that.  Perhaps  you  have  lost 
some  army  cash?" 

“ No.  What  makes  you  think  that?" 

“ My  good  fellow,  I have  traveled  the  same  path  myself. 
I know  all  the  tricks  of  the  professional  gamblers;  and  I 


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assure  you  that  the  gentleman  with  the  spectacles  is  a 
member  of  the  fraternity.  Give  over  playing,  I beg  of 
you.  I beg  of  you  as  a comrade.  ” 

“ Well,  ju§t  let  me  have  one  more  round,  and  then  I 

will  stop.” 

“ Ah!  yes,  I dare  say.  I know  what  4 one  more  round  ' 
means.  Well,  we  shall  see.” 

They  returned  to  the  table,  and  Iliine  staked  such  a 
large  sum  on  a single  card  that  he  lost  very  heavily. 

“ There  now,  that  will  do;  let  us  be  off!”  exclaimed 
Tourbine,  laying  his  hand  on  the  table. 

“ No,  no;  I can't  now,”  said  Iliine  with  vexation,  shuf- 
fling the  cards  and  keeping  his  eyes  averted  from  Tour- 
bine. 

“ Very  well,  then,  please  yourself,  and  go  on  with  the 
certainty  of  losing.  I shall  retire,  at  any  rate.  Zaval- 
chevsky,”  added  the  count,  and  addressing  the  ex-sub-lieu- 
tenant, “ let  us  go  to  the  predvoditel's.  ” 

The  two  men  then  left  the  room.  All  the  others  main- 
tained silence,  and  Loukhnoff  did  not  commence  playing 
again  till  the  sound  of  Tourbine's  retreating  footsteps  and 
of  Bliicher's  paws  had  died  away  in  the  corridor. 

“ What  a strange  fellow!”  exclaimed  the  pomestchik, 
with  a laugh. 

“ Well,  he  won't  trouble  us  anymore  now,”  said  the 
officer  of  the  garrison,  in  a low  quick  tone. 

Then  they  began  to  play  again. 


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IV. 

The  musicians  engaged  by  the  predvoditel  had  taken  up 
their  position  behind  an  improvised  refreshment  counter. 
They  turned  up  the  cuffs  of  their  sleeves,  and,  at  a sign 
from  their  conductor,  began  to  play  an  old-fashioned 
polonaise.  Then,  in  the  soft  subdued  light  of  the  wax- 
candles,  and  to  the  harmonious  accompaniment  of  the 
music,  there  glided  over  the  floor  of  the  great  drawing- 
room a governor-general,  dating  from  the  time  of  the  Em- 
press Catherine,  wearing  a star  on  his  breast,  and  circling 
with  his  arm  the  waist  of  the  predvoditel 's  scranny  wife. 
Next  came  the  predvoditel  himself  with  the  governor's 
wife  as  his  partner,  and  all  the  other  officials  of  the  govern- 
ment and  their  ladies  in  different  combinations.  They  had 
only  just  begun  the  dance  when  Zavalchevsky,  tightly  but- 
toned up  in  a blue  dress-coat  with  a large  collar,  and  with 
the  top  of  his  sleeves  plaited  almost  into  a semblance  of 
epaulets;  wearing,  moreover,  shoes  and  stockings  of  the 
daintiest  fashion,  and  shedding  around  him  the  odor  of  the 
jasmine,  with  which  his  mustache,  his  handkerchief,  and 
the  lining  of  his  coat  were  saturated,  entered  the  room  ac- 
companied by  the  handsome  hussar,  who  was  wearing  a 
pair  of  tight-fitfing  blue  pantaloons,  and  a crimson  dolman 
embroidered  with  gold,  from  which  hung  the  cross  of 
Wladimir  and  the  medal  of  1812. 

The  count  was  of  mfddle  height,  and  had  an  admirable 
figure.  Moreover,  his  large  gleaming  light-blue  eyes,  and 
his  hair,  which  was  rather  dark  than  fair,  and  which  curled 


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in  thick  ringlets  about  his  head,  lent  him  a comeliness  of  a 
remarkable  character.  His  arrival  had  been  expected,  for 
the  handsome  young  man  whom  he  had  seen  at  the  hotel 
had  spoken  of  him  to  the  predvoditel. 

“ This  fine  stripling  will  probably  sneer  at  us  all,” 
thought  the  elder  ladies  and  the  men;  while  through  the 
minds  of  the  younger  wives  and  the  unmarried  girls  there 
flitted  vague  thoughts  that  he  might  perchance  forcibly 
carry  them  off  with  him. 

As  soon  as  the  polonaise  was  over,  and  the  customary 
courtesies  had  been  exchanged  between  the  different 
couples,  the  ladies  clustered  together,  and  the  men  did 
likewise.  Then  Zavalchevsky,  brimming  over  with  pride 
and  happiness,  made  his  way  up  to  the  mistress  of  the 
house.  The  latter,  feeling  an  inward  fear  least  the  hussar 
should  do  anything  unseemly  before  all  the  company, 
turned  round  and  said,  with  an  air  of  condescension:  “ I 
am  very  glad  to  see  you.  I hope  that  you  will  dance.” 
Then  she  cast  a glance  at  the  count  which  seemed  to  say: 

“ If  you  insult  any  lady  here  you  will  be  showing  that  you 
are  nothing  but  a blackguard.” 

The  count,  however,  quickly  overcame  his  hostess's 
prejudices  against  him  by  a display  of  charming  amiability; 
such  was  the  effect  of  his  courteous  attentions  and  the  . 
smiling,  graceful  expression  of  his  handsome  face,  that, 
five  minutes  later,  the  countenance  of  the  predvoditel's 
wife  seemed  to  be  saying:  “ I know  how  to  manage  these 
gentlemen.  This  hussar  at  once  saw  what  sort  of  a person 
I was,  and  now  youTl  find  that  he  will  be  as  nice  as  possi- 
ble with  me  all  the  evening.  ” 


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The  governor,  who  knew  the  young  man’s  father,  now 
came  up  to  him,  and,  with  a kindly  air,  led  him  apart  and 
began  to  chat  with  him.  This  still  further  reassured  the 
guests,  and  raised  the  count  in  their  esteem. 

Then  Zavalchevsky  introduced  him  to  his  sister,  a plump 
young  widow,  who  had  been  gazing  at  the  count  with  her 
big  black  eyes  ever  since  his  arrival.  Tourbine  asked  the 
young  widow  to  be  his  partner  in  the  waltz  which  the  mu- 
sicians were  just  commencing;  and  then,  by  his  skillful 
dancing,  he  completely  destroyed  the  last  vestige  of  the 
prejudices  which  the  guests  had  entertained  against  him. 

“ Doesn’t  he  dance  beautifully?”  exclaimed  the  pomest- 
chik’s  stout  wife,  as  she  watched  the  rhythmic  motion  of 
the  hussar’s  legs,  and  mentally  counted  the  time — 66  One, 
two,  three;  one,  two  three.  Oh,  he’s  a perfect  artist!” 

“ One  would  almost  think  that  he  was  writing  with  his 
legs,”  said  one  of  the  lady  guests,  who  was  temporarily 

staying  in  K , and  who  was  considered  a woman  of  bad 

tone  by  the  local  society.  “ I wonder  how  he  manages  to 
keep  his  spurs  from  catching  any  one.  It’s  quite  wonder- 
ful; he  is  really  very  skillful.” 

The  count  quite  eclipsed  the  three  best  dancers  present. 
There  was  a foolish-looking,  fair  young  aid-de-camp  who 
distinguished  himself  by  the  rapidity  of  his  movements 
and  by  the  manner  in  which  he  held  his  partner  tightly 
clasped  to  him;  there  was  a cavalier,  who  was  celebrated 
for  his  graceful  swaying  motion  while  waltzing,  and  for  the 
frequent  gentle  taps  which  he  gave  with  his  heels  upon  the 
floor;  and  there  was  also  a civilian,  of  whom  it  was  usually 
said  that,  although  he  possessed  but  feeble  intelligence,  he 


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was  an  admirable  dancer,,  and  the  life  and  soul  of  all  the 
balls.  This  civilian,  indeed,  from  the  very  beginning  of  a 
ball  until  its  close,  made  a point  of  asking  every  lady  in 
turn  to  be  his  partner,  taking  them  one  after  another  in 
due  order  of  rotation,  and  never  ceasing  to  dance,  except, 
perhaps,  just  for  a moment  to  allow  himself  to  wipe  his 
fatigued  but  radiant  face  with  his  cambric  handkerchief. 
The  count,  however,  eclipsed  them  all.  He  danced  with 
the  three  most  notable  ladies;  one  of  whom  was  tall,  rich, 
beautiful,  and  foolish;  another  being  of  medium  height, 
thin,  and,  although  not  overpretty,  extremely  well-dressed; 
while  the  third  was  short  and  plain,  but  very  intelligent. 
He  danced  also  with  various  other  ladies;  in  fact,  with 
every  pretty  one,  of  whom  there  were  several  present. 

It  was  the  young  widow,  however,  who  seemed  to  please 
Tourbine  most.  They  danced  a quadrille,  a schottische 
and  a mazurka  together.  During  the  quadrille  the  count 
lavished  many  high-flown  compliments  upon  his  partner, 
comparing  her  with  Venus  and  Diana,  with  a rose,  and 
then  with  some  other  flower.  Zavalchevsky^s  sister  merely 
bent  her  white  supple  neck  in  response  to  all  these  compli- 
ments, and  looked  down  on  her  white  muslin  dress,  as  she 
kept  transferring  her  fan  from  one  hand  to  the  other. 
When  at  last  she  said,  “ Please  give  over,  count;  you  are 
only  making  fun  of  me,”  her  slightly  guttural  voice  seemed 
to  tell  of  a bright  frankness,  the  utter  unsophistication  of 
which  was  almost  amusing.  Indeed,  her  air  of  innocence 
inclined  one  to  think  that  she  was  not  really  a woman,  but 
a flower;  not  a rose,  however,  but  rather  some  exuberant, 
pink,  odorless  wild  blossom,  which  could  only  have  bloomed 


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on  some  little  hillock  clad  with  virgin  snow  in  a far-away 
land. 

This  bright  artlessness,  coupled  with  the  young  widow^s 
fresh  beauty,  produced  such  an  effect  upon  the  count  that 
several  times  during  their  conversation,  while  he  silently 
gazed  at  his  own  image  in  her  eyes,  or  while  his  glance 
rested  on  the  lovely  curves  of  her  arms  and  neck,  he  felt  a 
strong  impulse  to  take  her  in  his  arms  and  kiss  her  all 
over.  Indeed,  he  was  obliged  to  make  a great  effort  in 
order  to  restrain  himself  from  satisfying  his  longing  de- 
sires. The  young  woman  noticed  with  pleasure  the  favor- 
able impression  which  she  was  making  upon  him,  but  some- 
thing in  his  demeanor  at  last  began  to  disturb  and  frighten 
her.  Still,  the  young  hussar,  whatever  his  thoughts  may 
have  been,  had  acted  throughout  in  a pleasant  and  amiable 
manner,  and  had  never  for  one  moment  exceeded  the  limits 
of  respectful  courtesy,  which  he  carried  indeed  almost  to 
exaggeration. 

He  ran  to  get  her  some  almond-water,  and  eagerly 
picked  up  her  handkerchief;  and,  in  his  haste  to  provide 
her  with  a seat,  he  seized  a chair  out  of  the  hands  of  a 
scrofulous  young  pomestchik  who  was  fluttering  about  her. 
Noticing,  however,  that  the  commonplace  pleasantries 
which  were  in  vogue  at  that  time  had  but  little  effect  upon 
the  lady,  he  tried  to  enliven  her  by  telling  her  several 
amusing  stories.  He  told  her,  too,  that,  if  she  ordered  him 
to  do  so,  he  would  immediately  stand  on  his  head  with  his 
feet  in  the  air,  or  else  imitate  a cock*s  crow,  or  break  a 
pane  of  glass  and  jump  out  of  the  window  through  the 
hole.  This  chatter  seemed  to  accomplish  his  purpose,  for 


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the  young  widow  grew  very  merry.  She  laughed  hilarious- 
ly, displaying  her  gleaming  white  teeth,  and  she  now 
seemed  to  be  quite  pleased  and  satisfied  with  her  cavalier. 
As  for  the  count,  he  grew  more  and  more  enchanted  with 
the  young  woman,  and  at  length,  at  the  end  of  one  qua- 
drille, he  was  altogether  in  love  with  her. 

After  that  quadrille,  when  the  young  woman  saw  a faith- 
ful eighteen-year-old  admirer,  the  son  of  a very  rich  pom- 
estchik,  that  same  scrofulous  youth  from  whose  hands 
Tourbine  had  snatched  the  chair,  approaching  her,  she  re- 
ceived him  very  coldly;  and  it  was  noticed  that  she  did  not 
manifest  one  tenth  of  the  nervous  confusion  that  she  had 
shown  while  she  was  with  the  count. 

“You're  a polite  young  man!"  she  exclaimed  to  the 
youthful  pomestchik,  keeping  Tourbine's  back  however 
well  in  view,  and  mentally  calculating  how  many  yards  of 
gold  lace  must  have  been  used  in  the  embroidering  of  his 
dolman.  “You're  a polite  young  man!  You  promised 
to  come  and  take  me  for  a walk,  and  bring  me  some  sweet- 
meats. " 

“ And  I did  come,  Anna  Feodorovna;  but  you  were  not 
at  home.  I left  you  some  of  the  best  sweetmeats  I could 
get,"  replied  the  young  man,  in  a weak  voice  which  seemed 
quite  out  of  proportion  with  his  tall  stature. 

“ Ah,  you  are  always  provided  with  an  excuse;  but  I 
don't  want  your  sweets,  and  I trust  that  you  won't 
think—" 

“ I can  see  very  well,  Anna  Feodorovna,  that  you  have 

changed  in  your  feelings  toward  me,"  said  the  young  man. 

“ It  is  really  very  unkind — " he  continued,  but  he  did  not 
2 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


finish  what  he  was  going  to  say,  being  prevented  by  deep 
mental  agitation,  which  revealed  itself  in  the  violent  and 
unwonted  trembling  of  his  lips. 

Anna  Feodorovna  was  not  even  listening  to  him;  she  was 
still  watching  Tourbine. 

The  master  of  the  house,  a toothless  old  man,  ma  jestic- 
ally stout,  had  now  come  up  to  the  count,  and,  taking  him 
by  the  hand  had  led  him  toward  his  own  room,  where  he 
told  him  he  might  smoke  and  drink  if  he  wished  to  do  so. 
As  soon  as  Tourbine  had  retired,  Anna  Feodorovna  felt 
that  there  was  no  longer  any  motive  for  her  to  remain  in 
the  ball-room,  and  so  she  took  the  arm  of  an  elderly  and 
withered  spinster  friend  and  dragged  her  away  into  a 
boudoir. 

“ Well,  do  you  like  him?”  asked  the  elderly  virgin. 

“ Moderately;  only  he  is  so  dreadfully  forward,”  replied 
Anna  Feodorovna,  going  up  to  the  mirror  and  looking  at 
her  reflection. 

Her  face  lighted  up,  her  eyes  broke  out  into  a smile,  and 
she  blushed  slightly;  then,  suddenly,  after  the  manner  of 
the  ballet-dancers,  whom  she  had  seen  at  the  performances 
specially  got  up  for  the  elections,  she  rapidly  wheeled  round 
on  one  foot,  and,  with  a slightly  guttural  though  charm- 
ing laugh,  sprung  up  into  the  air,  bending  her  knees  as 
she  did  so. 

“ Oh,  he  is  such  a man!  He  asked  me  for  a souvenir,” 
she  said.  “ But  he  sha’nT  have  one!”  she  added  in  a 
singing  voice,  raising  one  of  the  fingers  of  her  gloved  hand 
up  to  her  elbow. 

In  the  room  into  which  the  predvoditel  had  taken  Tour- 


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bine  there  was  an  array  of  bottles  containing  various  sorts 
of  vodka  and  liqueurs.  There  were  also  various  cold 
meats  and  some  champagne;  and  amid  a cloud  of  smoke 
several  noblemen  were  seated  there,  all  of  them  discussing 
the  elections. 

“ When  the  whole  of  the  nobility  of  another  district  has 
honored  him  by  electing  him  as  their  ftfpresentative,”  so 
the  newly  elected  ispravnik,  who  was  already  moderately 
tipsy  was  saying,  “ he  ought  not  to  fail  in  his  duty  to  so- 
ciety generally.  He  ought  never  to  have — ” 

However,  the  entrance  of  the  count  interrupted  the  con- 
versation, and  the  young  man  was  introduced  to  the  com- 
pany. The  ispravnik  took  Tourbine's  hands  within  his 
own,  and  pressed  him  repeatedly  and  at  great  length  to 
come  with  him  after  the  ball  to  a newly  established  saloon, 
where  he  meant  to  regale  the  whole  company  while  they 
heard  the  gypsy  performers  sing.  The  count  promised  that 
he  would  go,  and  he  also  drank  several  glasses  of  cham- 
pagne with  the  ispravnik. 

“But  why  arenT  you  dancing,  gentlemen?”  he  asked, 
before  leaving  the  predvoditeTs  sanctum  to  return  to  the 

ball-room. 

“ Oh,  we  are  not  dancing  men,”  replied  the  ispravnik, 
with  a laugh.  “We  prefer  drinking  wine,  count.  Be- 
sides, Fve  seen  all  these  young  ladies  grow  up.  Still,  I do 
sometimes  take  a few  turns  in  a schottische,  count.  I can 
manage  that.  ” 

“ Then  come  along!”  said  the  hussar.  “ Let  us  have  a 
little iun  before  we  go  to  hear  the  gypsies.” 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


“ All  right.  Come  along,  gentlemen,  and  let  us  have  a 
little  fun.” 

Three  gentlemen  with  roseate  complexions,  who  had  been 
busy  drinking  since  the  beginning  of  the  ball,  now  drew  on 
their  gloves,  some  of  which  were  of  black  kid  while  others 
were  of  silk,  and  they  were  about  to  enter  the  ball-room 
with  the  count  when  they  were  stopped  by  the  scrofulous 
young  man,  who,  with  a pallid  face  and  scarcely  able  to  re- 
strain his  tears,  stepped  up  to  Tourbine. 

“ Perhaps  you  imagine,  count,”  he  said,  almost  choking 
for  breath,  “ that  you  have  a right  to  hustle  people  at  a 
ball  as  though  you  were  at  a fair.  It  is  not  very  gentle- 
manly— ” he  added,  but  at  that  point  his  lips  trembled  so 
violently  that  he  could  not  proceed  any  further. 

“ What  are  you  saying?”  cried  the  count,  sobered  at 
once.  “ What  are  you  saying,  you  striping?”  he  cried, 
seizing  hold  of  the  young  man’s  arm,  and  squeezing  it  so 
tightly  that  the  youth’s  blood  rushed  to  his  face,  not  from 
anger,  but  from  sheer  fright.  “ Do  you  want  a duel?  If 
so,  I am  quite  at  your  service.” 

Tourbine  had  scarcely  released  the  arm  which  he  had 
gripped  so  roughly  before  two  of  the  gentlemen  present 
took  hold  of  the  scrofulous  youth  under  the  armpits  and 
dragged  him  off  toward  a door  at  the  back  of  the  house. 

“ Are  you  mad,  or  are  you  drunk?  We  shall  go  and 
speak  to  your  father;  it  is  of  no  use  whatever  talking  to 
you,”  they  said  to  him. 

“No,  I am  not  drunk.  He  goes  hustling  along,  and 
never  thinks  of  apologizing.  He  is  a pig,  that’s  what  he 


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is!”  jerked  out  the  young  man,  while  his  eyes  brimmed 
over  with  tears. 

His  captors,  however,  would  not  listen  to  him,  but  took 
him  home. 

“ Don’t  take  any  notice  of  him,  count,”  in  the  mean- 
while said  the  ispravnik  and  Zavalcnevsky.  “ He  is  only  a 
child,  and  he  shall  have  a whipping  if  necessary.  He’s 
only  sixteen  years  old.” 

“ But  what  possessed  him?  I can’t  understand  it  at  all. 
What  bee  has  stung  him?  His  father  is  such  an  excellent 
man.  He  is  our  candidate,”  added  another  gentleman. 

Then  the  count  went  back  to  the  ball-room,  and  danced, 
another  schottische  with  the  pretty  widow.  He  laughed 
merrily  as  he  watched  the  steps  of  the  gentlemen  who  had 
left  the  little  room  at  the  same  time  as  himself,  and  he 
gave  still  louder  expression  to  his  amusement  when  the 
ispravnik  slipped  and  fell  down  full  length  in  the  midst  of 
all  the  dancers. 


V. 

While  the  count  was  in  the  predvoditel’s  sanctum, 
Anna  Feodorovna  went  up  to  her  brother,  the  ex-sub-lieu- 
tenant;  and  although  she  had  a vague  consciousness  that 
she  ought  not  to  evince  any  particular  interest  in  a young 
man,  she  could  not  refrain  from  making  some  inquiries 
about  her  new  friend. 

“ Who  is  that  hussar  who  has  been  dancing  with  me?” 
she  asked  her  brother. 

Zavalchevsky,  to  the  best  of  his  ability,  thereupon  ex- 


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plained  what  an  important  personage  the  hussar  was;  and 
he  further  stated  that  the  count  was  stopping  at  K be- 

cause he  had  been  robbed  of  his  money  while  he  was  trav- 
eling, and  that  he,  Zavalchevsky,  had  lent  him  a hundred 
roubles,  though  that  amount  was  unfortunately  insufficient 
for  his  needs.  Then  he  asked  his  sister  if  she  could  not 
supply  another  two  hundred  roubles,  cautioning  her,  at  the 
same  time,  to  say  nothing  about  the  matter,  especially  to 
the  count. 

Anna  Feodorovna  promised  to  supply  the  required  sum 
that  very  evening,  and  to  keep  complete  silence  about  it. 
However,  during  the  schottische,  she  felt  an  almost  irre- 
sistible inclination  to  offer  the  count  as  much  money  ^s  he 
wanted.  For  a long  time  she  reflected  as  to  how  she  might 
best  approach  the  subject,  and  at  length  she  made  an 
effort,  and  said,  with  a blush: 

“My  brother  has  told  me,  count,  that  you  have  had  a 
misfortune  on  your  journey,  and  that  you  find  yourself 
without  any  money.  If  you  are  in  need  of  any,  will  you 
let  me  be  y6ur  creditor?  I should  feel  greatly  flattered  if 
you  would.  " 

As  she  spoke,  the  young  woman  began  to  feel  frightened, 
and  turned  quite  red.  The  count's  face  had  lost  all  its 
brightness. 

“Your  brother  is  an  idiot!"  he  said  in  his  trenchant 
tones.  “ As  you  must  know,  when  one  man  insults  an- 
other they  fight.  But  when  a woman  insults  a man,  can 
you  tell  me  what  he  ought  to  do?" 

Poor  Anna  Feodorovna  blushed  up  to  her  eyes.  She 
looked  down  at  the  ground,  and  remained  silent. 


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39 


“ In  the  case  of  a young  woman,  the  man  kisses  her  pub- 
licly/* softly  resumed  the  count,  bending  toward  the  young 
widow's  ear.  “ Well,  allow  me  at  least  to  kiss  your  little 
hand/*  he  continued,  after  a moment's  silence,  taking  pity 
on  Anna  Feodorovna's  embarrassment. 

“ Well,  but  not  here,**  whispered  the  young  widow,  with 
an  effort. 

“ But  where,  then?  I go  away  at  dawn  to-morrow,  and 
you  owe  me  that  kiss,  you  know.** 

“ And  that's  a reason  why  it  can  not  be,"  replied  Anna 
Feodoroyna,  with  a smile. 

“ Well,  only  permit  me  to  look  for  an  opportunity  this 
evening,  and  I will  undertake  to  find  it." 

“ But  how?" 

“ Ah,  that  does  not  concern  you.  I should  find  any- 
thing possible  if  it  enabled  me  to  see  you.  It  is  under- 
stood, then?" 

“ Very  well." 

When  the  schottische  was  finished  they  danced  a mazurka 
together,  during  which  the  count  displayed  such  marvelous 
skill  in  snatching  up  handkerchiefs  as  he  flew  along,  and 
in  supporting  himself  on  one  knee  while  he  struck  his  spurs 
a la  varsovienne , that  the  old  men  crowded  round  to  look 
at  him,  and  the  best  dancers  in  the  room  confessed  them- 
selves surpassed. 

Then  they*  all  sat  down  to  supper,  after  which  the  gross - 
vater  was  danced,  and  finally  the  company  gradually  began 
to  disperse.  . 

The  count  had  never  taken  his  eyes  off  the  young  widow» 
He  had  been  quite  sincere  when  he  had  offered  to  throw 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


himself  out  of  the  window  for  her  sake.  Was  it  a mere 
whim  of  his?  Was  it  really  love,,  or  only  a caprice?  When 
he  saw  her  saying  good-bye  to  her  hostess,  he  hurried  out 
without  his  shouba,  and  made  his  way  to  the  spot  where 
the  carriages  were  drawn  up. 

“ Anna  Feodorovna  Zaitsova's  carriage!”  he  cried, 
whereupon  a large  four-seated  coach,  lighted  with  lamps, 
began  to  approach  the  steps. 

“ Stop!”  then  cried  the  count,  running  up  to  the  car- 
riage, quite  regardless  of  the  snow,  through  which  he  was 
plunging  up  to  his  knees. 

“ What's  the  matter?”  asked  the  coachman. 

“ I must  get  into  the  carriage!”  replied  the  count, 
opening  the  door  and  trying  to  get  inside:  “Stop,  I tell 
you,  you  idiot  of  a driver!” 

“Well,  let  us  stop,  Vaska,”*  exclaimed  the  coachman 
to  the  footman,  and  then  he  checked  his  horses.  “ But 
why  do  you  want  to  get  into  this  carriage,  which  isn't 
yours?”  he  continued,  addressing  the  count.  “It  is  Anna 
Feodorovna's,  and  not  your  lordship's.” 

“ Hold  your  tongue,  stupid!  Here's  a rouble  for  you. 
Come  down  and  shut  the  door.” 

As  the  coachman,  however,  remained  in  his  place,  Tour- 
bine  let  down  the  window  and  fastened  the  door. 

The  inside  of  the  coach,  like  that  of  most  old  coaches, 
especially  those  ornamented  with  yellow  lace- work,  exhaled 
an  unpleasant  odor  of  burned  hair.  The  count's  legs, 
soaked  to  the  knees  with  the  melted  snow,  were  freezing  in 


* A diminutive  of  Vassili. 


TWO  GENERATIONS. 


41 


his  high  boots  and  tight  trousers,  and  indeed  his  whole 
body  was  numbed  with  cold.  The  coachman,  too,  was 
grumbling  on  the  box,  but  the  count  heard  nothing  and 
felt  nothing.  At  last  he  hastily  seized  hold  of  the  yellow 
window-strap  and  popped  his  head  out  of  the  vehicle.  He 
had  not  long  to  wait. 

“Mrs.  Zaitsova^s  carriage!”  called  a voice  from  the 
steps. 

The  coachman  caught  up  his  reins,  the  body  of  the  car- 
riage jolted  on  its  high  springs,  and  the  illuminated  win- 
dows of  the  house  flitted  one  by  one  past  Tourbine. 

“ Now  listen  to  me,  fellow,”  said  the  count  to  the  coach- 
man, putting  his  head  through  the  front  window,  “ if  you 
tell  the  footmen  of  the  house  that  I am  here  I will  give 
you  a hiding.  But  if  you  hold  your  tongue  you  shall  have 
ten  roubles.” 

He  had  scarcely  time  to  close  the  window  again  before 
the  carriage  gave  a heavy  jolt  and  then  stopped. 

The  door  was  now  opened,  and  the  steps  were  lowered. 
There  was  the  rustling  of  a womans  dress,  and  then  an 
odor  of  jasmine  penetrated  the  unpleasant  atmosphere  of 
the  coach.  Nimble  little  feet  mounted  the  steps,  and 
Anna  Feodorovna’s  loose  fur  cloak  brushed  against  the 
count  as  the  young  widow  sunk  down  silent  and  panting 
by  his  side. 

Had  she  seen  him?  No  one  could  tell  that;  not  even 
Anna  Feodorovna  herself.  But  when  he  took  her  hand 
and  said,  “I  will  kiss  your  little  hand,  at  any  rate,”  she 
did  not  seem  much  alarmed.  She  made  no  reply,  but  sur- 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


rendered  her  hand  to  the  count,  who  covered  it  with  kisses. 
Meanwhile  the  carriage  rolled  on. 


VL 

The  newly  elected  ispravnik  with  his  company  of  friends 
had  been  drinking  in  the  new  saloon  and  listening  to  the 
singing  of  the  gypsies  for  a considerable  time  when  the 
count,  wearing  a blue  cloak  which  had  belonged  to  Anna 
Feodorovna^s  late  husband,  eventually  joined  the  party. 

“Ah,  my  little  father,  is  that  your  excellency?  We 
have  been  expecting  you  for  a long  time!”  explained  a 
dark  and  suspicious-looking  fellow  in  the  lobby,  exposing 
his  gleaming  teeth  as  he  spoke.  Then  he  assisted  the 
count  to  take  off  his  shouba. 

“We  haven^t  seen  you  since  we  were  at  Lebediane,”  he 
continued.  “ Stiochka  has  been  dreadfully  mopish.” 

Stiochka,  a young  gypsy  girl  with  a slight,  lissom  fig- 
ure, an  olive  complexion,  cheeks  brightly  tinged  with  red, 
and  lustrous  black  eyes  gleaming  beneath  long  lashes,  now 
ran  up  to  meet  the  count. 

“ Ah,  my  dear,  dear  count!  what  happiness  to  see  you!” 
she  exclaimed,  with  a joyous  laugh. 

Even  Hiusha,  the  leader  of  the  gypsies,  ran  forward  and 
affected  an  appearance  of  delight.  Then  the  old  women, 
the  babas,  and  the  girls  sprung  up  from  their  seats  and 
surrounded  the  new-comer.  Tourbine  kissed  all  the  young 
gypsy  girls  on  the  lips,  while  the  old  women  and  the  men 
kissed  his  shoulder  and  his  hand.  The  noblemen  present 
expressed  great  pleasure  at  seeing  him,  specially  as  the  per- 


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43 


formance,  after  reaching  its  climax,  was  now  losing  all  in- 
terest. A feeling  of  lassitude  was  following  upon  the  ex- 
citement which  had  been  felt  earlier  in  the  evening.  Wine 
had  lost  its  stimulating  influence  upon  the  guests’  nerves, 
and  it  now  only  increased  the  heaviness  of  their  stomachs. 
They  had  all  thrown  away  their  cigars,  and  were  rapidly 
getting  bored.  All  the  songs  had  been  sung,  leaving  a 
confused  buzzing  sound  in  the  heads  of  the  party — a sound 
destitute  of  harmony  and  which  seemed  to  them  mere 
noise.  Nothing  that  was  done  now  afforded  them  any 
amusement. 

The  ispravnik,  who  was  lying  on  the  floor  at  the  feet  of 
one  old  woman,  was  in  an  indescribably  besotted  condition. 

“ Bring  some  more  champagne!”  he  shouted,  kicking 
his  legs  about.  “ Bring  some  more  champagne!  the  count 
has  come!  Bring  some  more  champagne,  I tell  you!  I 
should  like  to  plunge  into  a great  bath  of  champagne! 
Ah,  my  noble  friends,  I delight  in  the  society  of  high-born 
men.  Stiochka,  come  and  sing  us  6 The  Little  Lane/  ” 

The  ex-sub-lieutenant,  who  also  was  there,  was  likewise 
very  merry,  but  he  showed  it  in  a different  way.  He  was 
sitting  on  a couch,  close  to  a tall  and  pretty  gypsy  girl 
called  Lioubacha.  The  fumes  of  the  wine  he  had  imbibed 
had  obscured  his  sight,  and  he  kept  blinking  his  eyes  and 
rocking  his  head,  and  repeating  the  same  words  over  and 
over  again,  as  he  tried  to  persuade  the  girl  to  run  away 
with  him  somewhere  or  other. 

Lioubacha  listened  to  him  smiling,  as  though  she  found 
his  remarks  very  amusing,  still  there  was  a touch  of  sad- 
ness on  her  face.  Every  now  and  then  she  glanced  at  hei 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


husband^  the  doubtful-looking  Sachka,  who  was  standing 
in  front  of  her,  leaning  against  a chair.  As  Zavalchevsky 
told  her  of  his  loye  for  her,  she  bent  toward  his  ear,  and 
asked  him  in  a whisper  to  buy  her  some  ribbons  and  scent 
without  letting  any  one  know  about  it.  But  the  ex-sub- 
lieutenant's  only  reply  was — “ Hurrah!"  for  at  that  mo- 
ment he  saw  the  count  make  his  appearance. 

Just  then  a handsome  young  man  was  sauntering  up  and 
down  with  a thoughtful  expression  on  his  countenance, 
every  now  and  then  fitfully  hastening  his  steps,  and  hum- 
ming some  tunes  from  the  “ Revolte  au  Serail."  An  old 
paterfamiliars,  who  had  been  induced  to  come  and  hear  the 
gypsies  by  the  pressing  and  repeated  solicitations  of  his 
noble  friends,  who  had  protested  that  they  did  not  care  to 
go  without  him,  and  that  the  evening  would  be  worth 
nothing  if  he  did  not  accompany  them,  was  to  be  seen  lying 
on  a couch.  He  had  taken  up  his  position  there  as  soon  as 
he  had  arrived,  and  no  one  paid  any  further  attention  to 
him.  Among  those  present  there  was  also  a certain  tchin- 
ovnik  who  had  taken  off  his  coat,  and  who  was  very  un- 
ceremoniously leaning  back  in  his  seat,  with  his  legs  resting 
on  the  table.  He  was  passing  his  hands  through  his  hair, 
and  his  whole  demeanor  seemed  to  proclaim  to  the  com- 
pany that  he  was  a man  who  knew  what  life  was. 

When  the  count  made  his  appearance,  this  tchinovnik 
unbuttoned  his  shirt  collar,  and  pushed  his  legs  still  further 
on  to  the  table.  The  count's  arrival  had  given  a fresh 
impetus  to  the  evening's  amusement. 

The  gypsies,  who  had  dispersed  in  different  directions, 
now  gathered  together  again  in  a ring.  The  count  took 


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45 


pretty  Stiochka,  the  soloist,  upon  his  knees,  and  ordered 
some  champagne.  Iliusha  then  took  up  his  guitar  and 
stood  in  front  of  Stiochka,  and  the  singing  commenced 
again.  Stiochka  sung  very  well.  Her  full,  powerful  and 
flexible  soprano  notes  seemed  to  flow  from  her  chest  with 
perfect  ease.  Her  smile,  her  laughing,  passionate  eyes, 
her  little  feet,  which  involuntarily  beat  time  as  she  sung, 
and  her  piercing  scream  at  the  commencement  of  each  new 
verse,  all  affected  her  audience  profoundly.  It  was  easy  to 
see  that  her  whole  being  was  poured  forth  in  her  singing. 

Iliusha  smiled,  and  moved  his  back  and  legs,  indeed, 
his  whole  body,  to  give  expression  to  the  words  of  the 
song  which  he  was  accompanying  on  his  guitar.  His  eyes 
were  as  ardently  fixed  upon  the  vocalist  as  though  he  had 
never  seen  her  before.  He  beat  time  by  nodding  his  head, 
and  at  the  last  note  of  the  song  he  sharply  braced  himself 
up,  and,  with  an  air  which  seemed  to  proclaim  that  he 
considered  himself  the  superior  of  every  one  present,  he 
struck  his  guitar  on  his  knee,  and  then,  stamping  his  foot 
on  the  ground,  flung  back  his  hair,  and  gazed  frowningly 
at  the  choir.  His  whole  body,  from  his  head  to  his  heels, 
quivered  in  every  fiber.  A score  of  energetic  voices  burst 
forth  and  filled  the  room.  The  old  women  leaped  on  to 
their  chairs,  shaking  their  handkerchiefs,  showing  their 
teeth,  and  breaking  out  into  a volley  of  cries.  Meanwhile 
the  bassi,  leaning  their  heads  on  their  shoulders  and  puff- 
ing out  their  throats,  bellowed  forth  from  behind  the 
chairs. 

When  Stiochka  sung  her  high  notes,  Iliusha  brought  his 
guitar  closer  to  her,  as  though  he  were  trying  to  assist  her 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


in  getting  the  right  pitch.  The  handsome  young  man 
was  transported  with  delight.  “ Ah!”  he  cried,  “ it  is  in 
flats!  it  is  in  flats!” 

While  the  'pliasovaia*  was  being  danced,  and  when  the 
gypsy  Douniacha  passed,  with  quivering  bosom  and  shoul- 
ders, in  front  of  the  count,  the  latter  sprung  up  from  his 
seat,  took  off  his  tunic,  and  began  to  dance  energetically  in 
his  red  shirt  and  blue  trousers.  He  made  such  amazing 
bounds  into  the  air  that  the  Zigani\  smiled  their  approba- 
tion as  they  watched  him. 

The  ispravnik  in  the  meanwhile  was  squatting  in 
Turkish  fashion,  and  kept  striking  his  breast  with  his  fist, 
and  crying,  “ Hurrah!”  By  and  by  he  seized  the  count 
by  the  leg,  and  began  to  explain  to  him  that  he  had  only 
got  five  hundred  roubles  left  out  of  two  thousand  with 
which  he  had  provided  himself,  but  that  all  the  same  he 
was  willing  to  do  whatever  the  count  wished. 

The  old  paterfamilias  now  woke  up,  and  wanted  to  go 
away,  but  the  others  prevented  him.  The  handsome  young 
man  asked  one  of  the  gypsy  girls  to  waltz  with  him;  and 
the  ex-sub-lieutenant,  wishing  to  advertise  his  intimacy 
with  the  count,  sprung  up  from  his  corner,  and  clasped 
Tourbine  in  his  arms. 

“ Ah,  my  dear  fellow,”  he  said,  “ why  did  you  leave 
us?” 

The  count  made  no  reply,  and  his  mind  was  evidently 
preoccupied. 

* A Rusian  national  dance. 

f The  name  by  which  the  gypsies  are  known  in  Russia. 


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47 


“ Where  did  you  go?  Ah,  county  you  scamp,  I know 
where  you  went!” 

This  familiarity  displeased  Tourbine,  who  looked  coldly 
at  Zavalchevsky,  and  replied  to  him  with  such  a foul  and 
insulting  remark  that  the  poor  fellow,  overcome  with  vexa- 
tion, did  not  know  how  to  take  it.  He  ended,  however,  by 
thinking  that  it  must  have  been  meant  only  as  a joke,  and 
he  went  back  to  his  gypsy  girl,  whom  he  promised  to 
marry  after  the  Easter  feasts. 

Another  song  was  now  sung,  and  then  another.  Danc- 
ing was  still  going  on,  and  every  one  seemed  quite  happy. 
The  supply  of  champagne  was  kept  up,  and  the  count 
drank  very  freely.  His  eyes  looked  moist,  but  he  kept  his 
balance  perfectly,  dancing  correctly,  talking  in  firm  tones, 
and  even  joining  in  with  the  chorus  to  Stiochka^s  song. 

In  the  middle  of  a dance  the  proprietor  of  the  saloon 
made  his  appearance,  and  asked  his  patrons  to  retire,  as  it 
was  past  two  o^clock  in  the  morning.  The  count,  how- 
ever, grasped  hold  of  him  by  the  neck,  and  ordered  him  to 
dance  the  pliasovaia  with  him.  The  landlord  refused. 
Then  Tourbine  seized  a bottle  of  champagne,  and,  turning 
the  unhappy  man  upside  down,  with  his  head  on  the  floor 

and  his  feet  in  the  air,  he  ordered  the  rest  of  the  company 

* 

to  hold  him  in  that  position  while  he  himself,  in  the  midst 
of  general  laughter,  slowly  emptied  the  bottle  of  cham- 
pagne over  him. 

Daylight  was  now  beginning  to  break,  and  all  the  com- 
pany, excepting  the  count,  were  looking  pale  and  weary. 

“ Well,  I must  make  a start  for  Moscow,”  now  said 
Tourbine,  rising  from  his  seat.  “ Come  along  to  the  hotel 


TWO  GENERATIONS. 


with  me,  all  of  you,”  he  continued,  “ and  we  will  have 
some  tea  together.” 

They  all  expressed  their  willingness  to  do  so,  except  the 
pomestchik,  who  was  lying  fast  asleep  on  a couch.  Then 
they  crowded  themselves  into  the  three  sledges  which  were 
waiting  for  them  outside,  and  were  taken  off  to  the  hotel. 


VII. 

Get  the  horses  ready!”  commanded  the  count,  as  he 
entered  the  drawing-room  of  the  hotel,  followed  by  his 
company  of  friends,  which  also  included  the  zigani. 

“ Sachka!  My  own  man  Sachka,  I mean,  not  the  gypsy 
Sachka!  Go  and  tell  the  posting-master  that  I will  give 
him  a hiding  if  he  doesn’t  let  me  have  good  horses.  Then 
you  must  get  us  some  tea.  Zavalchevsky,  just  see  about 
the  tea.  I’m  going  up  to  Iliine’s  room  for  a moment,” 
continued  Tourbine,  walking  off  in  the  direction  of  the 
lancer’s  apartment;  “ I want  to  find  out  what  has  become 
of  him.” 

Iliine’s  card-party  had  just  separated,  and  the  young 
man  had  lost  all  his  money,  to  the  very  last  copeck.  He 
was  lying  on  his  back  on  a ragged  horse-hair  couch,  the 
hairs  of  which  he  kept  pulling  out.  Then  he  chewed  them 
with  his  teeth,  and  finally  tossed  them  away.  On  the 
table,  among  the  litter  of  cards,  there  were  two  candles, 
one  of  which  had  burned  down  to  the  ring  of  paper  which 
served  as  a socket,  and  the  flames  of  both  were  dimly 
struggling  against  the  light  of  the  morning,  which  was 
breaking  in  through  the  windows. 


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49 


The  young  man’s  mind  was  perfectly  free  from  all  anx- 
iety. The  thick  fog  of  his  passion  for  play  had  so  com- 
pletely clouded  all  his  faculties  that  he  did  not  even  feel 
any  regret.  For  a moment  or  two  he  vaguely  tried  to 
think  of  what  he  should  do  next,  and  how  he  should  get 
away,  now  that  he  no  longer  had  a single  copeck  in  his 
pocket.  He  wondered,  too,  how  he  was  going  to  refund 
those  fifteen  thousand  roubles  which  belonged  to  the  army- 
chest.  What  would  his  colonel  say,  and  his  mother,  and 
his  comrades?  At  this  sudden  thought  such  a feeling  of 
terror  and  self -disgust  overcame  him  that,  in  the  hope  of 
casting  it  off,  he  rose  up  and  began  to  walk  about  the 
room,  and  tried  to  divert  his  thoughts  by  making  a point 
of  walking  only  on  the  interstices  in  the  flooring.  Every 
little  detail  of  the  play  recurred  to  his  mind.  He  had 
fancied  that  he  was  goihg  to  win;  he  had  taken  up  a nine, 
and  laid  the  king  of  spades  upon  two  thousand  roubles, 
and  then  a queen  and  the  king  of  diamonds  were  played  on 
his  right,  and  an  ace  on  his  left,  and  all  was  lost.  If  only 
a ten  had  been  played  on  his  right,  and  the  king  of  dia- 
monds on  his  left,  he  would  have  won  his  money  back! 
He  would  in  that  case  have  then  made  a certain  stake,  and 
have  contrived  to  win  a clear  fifteen  thousand  roubles. 
Then  he  would  have  bought  a splendid  horse  for  his 
colonel,  and  two  others  for  himself,  and  a carriage,  and — 
ah!  what  else  would  he  not  have  bought?  It  would  have 
been  very  delightful  if  matters  had  only  resulted  in  that 
way.  After  these  reflections  he  threw  himself  down  on  the 
couch  once  more,  and  again  began  to  chew  the  horse-hairs. 

“ Who’s  that  singing  in  No.  7,  I wonder?”  he  thought. 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


“ They’re  haying  some  fun  in  Tourbine’s  room,  I suppose; 
I think  Fll  go  and  have  a drink  of  something  with  them!” 

It  was  at  this  moment  that  the  count  entered  the 
lancer’s  room.  “ Well,  my  friend,  you’ve  lost  everything, 
I suppose!”  exclaimed  Tourbine. 

“ I’ll  pretend  to  be  asleep,”  thought  Hiine,  “ or  else  I 
shall  have  to  talk  to  him;  and  in  reality  I want  to  go  to 
sleep.” 

Tourbine  stepped  up  to  him,  however,  and  laid  his  hand 
on  his  head,  caressing  it  softly. 

“ Ah,  my  friend,  I know  that  you  have  lost  everything! 
Come,  speak  to  me!” 

Iliine  made  no  reply. 

Then  the  count  pulled  his  slefeve. 

“ Yes,  I’ve  lost.  But  what  does  it  matter  to  you?”  now 
said  Iliine,  without  moving,  and  in  a tone  which  was  at 
once  expressive  of  displeasure,  sleepiness  and  indifference. 

“ Everything?” 

“ Yes,  indeed.  But  you’re  none  the  worse  for  it.  What 
does  it  matter  to  you?” 

“ Listen  to  me,  now,  and  tell  the  truth  to  me,  as  to  a 
friend,”  rejoined  the  count,  who,  affected  to  tenderness  by 
the  wine  he  had  drunk,  was  still  fondling  the  lancer’s 
head.  “ I assure  you  that  I am  fond  of  you.  Tell  me 
the  truth,  now.  If  you  have  lost  the  money  belonging  to 
the  army-chest  I will  help  you.  It  may  be  too  late  after- 
ward. You  have  lost' the  army  money,  haven’t  you?” 

Iliine  sprung  up  sharply.  “ If  you  want  me  to  talk  to 
you,  don’t  speak  about  that  subject,  and  don’t  question 
me,”  he  said.  “ I beg  of  you  not  to  question  me.  There’s 


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51 


nothing  left  for  me  to  do  but  to  blow  my  brains  out!”  add- 
ed the  young  fellow  in  unfeigned  despair. 

Then  he  let  his  head  fall  upon  his  hands,  and  he  burst 
into  tears,  although  only  a minute  before  he  had  been 
calmly  thinking  about  horses. 

“ What  a foolish  girl  you  are!  Doesn't  this  sort  of  thing 
happen  to  everybody?”  rejoined  Tourbine.  “ It's  nothing 
so  very  terrible?  I dare  say  we  shall  be  able  to  put  mat- 
ters straight  again.  Wait  here  for  me.” 

Then  the  count  left  the  room. 

“ Which  room  does  Loukhnoff,  the  pomestchik,  occu- 
py?'' he  asked  of  one  of  the  hotel  waiters. 

The  waiter  offered  to  go  with  him  and  show  him  the 
apartment. 

• In  spite  of  the  protestations  of  Louhknoff's  valet,  who 
declared  that  his  master  had  only  just  come  back  and  was 
undressing,  the  count  insisted  upon  entering  the  room. 

The  pomestchik,  in  his  dressing-gown,  was  sitting  at  a 
table  counting  several  packages  t)f  bank-notes  which  were 
lying  in  front  of  him. 

There  was  a bottle  of  Rhine  wine  on  the  table — a wine 
of  which  Loukhnoff  was  particularly  fond,  and  his  taste 
for  which  he  allowed  himself  to  gratify  when  he  had  won 
at  cards,  Loukhnoff  coldly  glared  at  the  count  over  his 
spectacles,  as  though  he  did  not  know  him. 

“ You  don't  appear  to  recognize  me,”  said  the  hussar, 
advancing  to  the  table  with  a firm  step. 

Loukhnoff  then  affected  to  remember  Tourbine. 
“ What  is  it  you  want?”  he  asked. 


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“ I want  to  play  at  cards  with  you/ 5 replied  Tourbine, 
sitting  down  on  the  couch. 

“ At  this  time  of  the  morning?” 

“Yes." 

“ Some  othet  day,  count,  I shall  have  great  pleasure  in 
playing  with  you,  but  just  now  I feel  very  tired,  and  I want 
to  go  to  sleep.  Will  you  have  a glass  of  wine?  It  is  very 
good.” 

“ I wish  to  play  now.  ” 

“ But  I am  not  inclined  to  do  so.  I dare  say  that  one  of 
the  other  gentlemen  will  be  glad  to  engage  in  a game  with 
you,  but  for  my  own  part,  count,  I must  really  beg  to  be 
excused.  ” 

“ You  won’t  play,  then?” 

Loukhnoff  shrugged  his  shoulders,  as  if  to  express  his 
regret  at  not  being  able  to  oblige  the  count. 

“ You  absolutely  refuse  to  play,  then?”  repeated  Tour- 
bine. 

Loukhnoff  again  shrugged  his  shoulders. 

“ I beg  of  you  to  play  with  me.  Will  you?” 

Loukhnoff  remained  perfectly  silent. 

“Will  you  play?”  again  asked  Tourbine.  “Take 
care!” 

Loukhnoff,  however,  still  maintained  silence.  Casting  a 
quick  glance  over  his  spectacles,  he  saw  that  Tourbine’s 
countenance  was  growing  black  and  threatening. 

“ Will  you  play?”  now  cried  the  hussar  in  a voice  of 
thunder;  and  as  he  spoke  he  struck  the  table  so  heavily 
with  his  fist  that  the  bottle  of  lihine  wine  leaped  up  and 


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53 


fell  over.  “You  were  cheating  a little  while  ago  when 
you  played.  For  the  last  time,  will  you  play?” 

“ I have  told  you  that  I will  not.  This  is  very  strange 
behavior,  count,  and  not  at  all  that  of  a gentleman.  The 
idea  of  coming  into  a man’s  room  and  assailing  him  like 
this!”  said  Loukhnoff,  without  raising  his  eyes. 

There  was  a short  interval  of  silence,  during  which  the 
count’s  face  grew  still  sterner.  Suddenly  Loukhnoff  re- 
ceived a stunning  blow  on  the  head,  and  he  fell  reeling  on 
to  the  couch,  clutching  at  his  money  as  he  fell,  and  break- 
ing out  into  such  a piercing  shriek  that  one  could  scarcely 
have  believed  that  it  proceeded  from  so  tranquil  and  staid 
a looking  man. 

Tourbine,  however,  gathered  up  the  money  which  re- 
mained on  the  table,  hustled  past  the  valet  who  had  rushed 
into  the  room  to  his  master’s  assistance,  and  then  hurried 
away. 

“ If  you  wish  for  satisfaction,  I am  quite  at  your  serv- 
ice,” he  said,  as  he  went  out  of  the  door.  “ I shall  be  in 
room  No.  7 for  the  next  half  hour.  ” 

“Scoundrel!  Thief!  I will  have  you  prosecuted!” 
cried  Loukhnoff. 

Iliine  had  paid  no  heed  to  the  count’s  promise,  hut  had 
remained  lying  on  the  couch,  weeping  tears  of  despair. 
The  hussar’s  sympathy  and  caresses  had  fully  awakened 
him  to  the  real  state  of  affairs,  and  the  consciousness  that 
he  was  ruined  now  clearly  dawned  upon  him  through  the 
hazy  confusion  of  mingled  thoughts,  reflections  and  recol- 
lections which  had  clogged  his  mind.  His  youth,  already 
rich  in  memories,  his  honor,  his  social  reputation,  his 


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dreams  of  love  and  friendship,  all  were  blasted  and  ruined 
forever. 

The  fount  of  his  tears  at  last  began  to  dry  up.  The 
calmness  of  utter  despair  was  gradually  beginning  to 
possess  him,  and  his  mind  began  to  dwell  upon  the  thought 
of  suicide,  which  no  longer  inspired  him  with  any  thought 
of  terror  or  disgust.  Just  at  that  moment,  however,  he 
heard  the  count’s  firm  step.  Traces  of  recent  anger  were 
still  to  be  seen  on  Tourbine’s  brow,  and  his  hands  were 
still  quivering,!  though  a light  of  kindliness  and  pleasure 
gleamed  in  his  eyes. 

Here,  take  them!  You  have  won  your  money  back 
again!”  he  cried,  tossing  the  bundles  of  bank-notes  on  the 
table.  “ Count  them,  and  see  if  you  have  got  the  right 
amount,  and  then  come  as  quickly  as  you  can  into  the  pub- 
lic room,  for  I am  off  directly,”  he  added,  affecting  not  to 
notice  the  lancer’s  extreme  agitation— an  agitation  that 
was  horn  of  joy  and  gratitude. 

Then  the  count  left  the  room  whistling  a gypsy  air. 


vrti. 

Sachka  tightened  his  belt  around  him,  and  when  he  had 
informed  his  master  that  the  horses  were  ready,  he  asked 
to  be  allowed  to  remain  behind,  so  that  he  might  try  to  re- 
cover the  count’s  cloak,  which,  with  its  collar,  he  declared, 
was  worth  at  least  three  thousand  roubles.  He  wished  to 
recover  it  and  restore  the  paltry  blue  shouba  which  the 
thieves  at  the  predvoditel’s  house  had  palmed  off  upon  his 
master  in  place  of  his  own  handsome  garment.  The 


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55 


count,  however,,  replied  that  the  matter  was  not  worth 
troubling  about,  and  went  upstairs  to  his  room  to  change 
his  clothes. 

Zavalchevsky  was  still  hiccoughing  by  the  side  of  his 
gypsy  girl.  The  ispravnik  had  called  for  some  vodka,  and 
invited  the  company  to  go  to  his  house  to  breakfast,  ^swear- 
ing .that  his  wife  should  dance  with  the  zigani.  The  hand- 
some young  man  was  asserting,  with  an  air  of  profound 
conviction,  that  the  piano  possessed  more  soul  than  any 
other  instrument  in  the  world,  and  that  flats  could  not  be 
sounded  on  the  guitar.  The  tchinovnik  was  drinking  his 
tea  in  moody  melancholy,  and  the  breaking  dawn  seemed 
to  fill  him  with  a feeling  of  shame  for  his  debauch.  The 
gypsies  were  chattering  among  themselves  in  their  own 
language,  and  wanted  to  begin  singing  again,  but  Stiochka 
objected,  saying  that  the  barorai*  would  be  vexed.  All 
the  guests,  indeed,  seemed  quite  wearied  out  with  the 
nights  orgie. 

“ Well,  we’ll  have  just  one  song  by  way  of  good-bye, 
and  then  we’ll  be  off,”  said  the  count,  looking  bright  and 
gay  and  handsome,  as  he  came  into  the  room  in  his  travel- 
ing dress. 

The  gypsies  gathered  into  a circle  again,  and  they  were 
just  about  to  commence  their  song  when  Iliine  came  into 
the  room,  carrying  in  his  hand  a bundle  of  bank-notes. 
He  took  the  count  aside. 

“ I had  altogether  fifteen  thousand  roubles  belonging  to 
the  army-chest,  and  you  have  given  me  sixteen  thousand 

* The  gypsy  word  in  Russia  for  a count  of  prince;  or,  more  ex- 
actly, a great  lord. 


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three  hundred.  The  surplus,  consequently,  belongs  to 
yourself,”  he  said. 

“ Good,  give  it  to  me!” 

Iliine  handed  him  the  money,  looking  at  him  timidly  as 
he  did  so.  Then  he  opened  his  lips,  as  though  he  were  go- 
ing to  say  something,  but  he  blushed,  and  the  tears  darted 
to  his  eyes.  He  seized  the  count’s  hand' and  pressed  it. 

“Be  off  with  you  now,  Iliusha,”  said  Tourbine  to  the 
leader  of  the  zigani.  “Here’s  some  money  for  you,  but 
you  must  escort  me  as  far  as  the  ramparts.” 

The  count  then  tossed  on  to  the  gypsy’s  guitar  the  thir- 
teen hundred  roubles  which  Iliine  had  just  given  him, 
without  thinking  for  a moment  of  the  hundred  roubles 
which  he  had  borrowed  from  Zavalchevsky  on  the  previous 
evening. 

It  was  now  ten  o’clock  in  the  morning.  The  sun  had 
risen  above  the  house-tops,  and  the  streets  were  growing 
busy.  The  shop-keepers  had  long  since  opened  their 
shops;  gentlemen  and  tchinovniks  were  driving  along  in 
their  carriages,  and  ladies  were  starting  shopping  when  the 
troop  of  zigani,  the  ispravnik,  the  ex-sub-lieutenant,  the 
handsome  young  man,  and  Iliine  and  the  count,  the  latter 
enveloped  in  his  blue  bearskin  shouba,  came  down  the 
steps  of  the  hotel. 

It  was  a fine  morning,  although  it  was  thawing.  Three 
posting-horses,  with  their  tails  knotted  very  short,  were 
pawing  the  liquid  mud.  They  were  brought  up  to  the 
steps,  and  all  the  company  got  into  the  sledges. 

Tourbine,*  Iliine,  Stiochka,  Iliusha,  and  Sachka,  the 
servant,  got  into  the  first  sledge.  Bliiclier,  wild  with  de- 


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light,  barked  in  front  of  the  middle  horse.  The  rest  of  the 
company,  including  the  zigani  of  both  sexes,  got  into  the 
second  sledge.  Then  the  vehicles  started  off,  one  behind 
the  other,  and  the  gypsies  began  to  sing. 

The  horses,  excited  by  the  din  of  the  singing  and  the 
bells,  galloped  along  through  the  town  as  far  as  the  ram- 
part, forcing  the  carriages  which  they  met  to  turn  hastily 
to  the  side  of  the  road  for  refuge. 

The  shop-keepers  and  other  people  in  the  streets,  many 
of  whom  knew  some  of  the  count's  companions,  could  not 
conceal  their  astonishment  at  seeing  noblemen  driving 
along  in  broad  daylight  in  the  same  sledges  as  tipsy  zigani 
who  were  bawling  out  songs. 

When  they  got  outside  the  town  the  horses  stopped  and 
the  exchange  of  farewells  commenced. 

Iliine,  who  had  drunk  a fair  share  of  wine,  and  who  had 
been  driving,  suddenly  became  very  melancholy,  and  began 
beseeching  the  count  to  remain  another  day.  When  Tour- 
bine  explained  to  him  that  this  was  quite  impossible,  he 
threw  his  arms  aroimd  his  new  friend's  neck,  kissed  him, 
and  declared  that  he  should  ask  to  be  allowed  to  change 
his  regiment  so  that  he  might  join  the  count  in  the  hus- 
sars. As  for  Tourbine,  he  seemed  brimming  over  with 
gayety.  He  amused  himself  by  rolling  Zavalchevsky,  who, 
since  the  early  morning,  had  at  last  ventured  to  address 
him  with  friendly  familiarity,  in  the  snow.  Then  he  set 
his  dog  at  the  ispravnik's  calves,  clasped  his  arms  round 
Stiochka,  and  wanted  to  take  her  off  with  him  to  Moscow. 
At  last,  however,  he  got  into  his  sledge  again,  and  installed 
Bliicher  at  his  side.  Sachka  asked  the  ex-sub-lieutenant  to 


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try  and  get  possession  of  his  master^  cloak,  and  to  send  it 
on  to  him  at  Moscow,  and  then  he  climbed  on  to  his  seat. 

The  count  shouted,  “ Drive  along  l"  took  off  his  cap, 
waved  it  over  his  head,  whistled  the  horses  onward  like  a 
genuine  driver,  and  then  the  sledges  parted  from  each 
other. 

— o — 

PART  II. 


L 

Twenty  years  have  passed  away,  during  which  a deal  of 
water  has  rolled  down  into  the  sea,  many  people  have  died, 
many  others  have  been  born,  many  have  grown  up,  and 
many  have  become  old;  still  a larger  number  of  thoughts 
have  been  born  and  have  perished;  many  old-fashioned 
things,  both  noble  ones  and  hateful  ones,  have  vanished — 
many  new  and  lovely  ones  have  taken  their  places,  and  still 
more  are  tottering  and  even  ready  to  fall  away. 

Count  Feodor  Tourbine  died  long  ago — killed  in  a duel 
with  a foreigner,  whom  he  had  struck  in  the  street  with  his 
whip.  His  son,  who  is  as  like  his  father  as  one  drop  of 
water  is  like  another,  is  already  a fine,  handsome  young 
man  of  three-and-twenty.  Morally,  however,  young  Count 
Tourbine  is  quite  unlike  his  father.  He  is  quite  free  from 
all  taint  of  the  impetuous,  passionate,  and,  one  may  truth- 
fully say,  the  debauched  tendencies  of  the  last  century.  A 
keen  intelligence  and  a large  fund  of  information,  a par- 
tiality for  comfort  and  all  that  makes  life  pleasant,  a prac- 


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59 


ticai  appreciation  of  men  and  circumstances,  together  with 
sound  sense  and  foresight,  are  his  distinctive  character- 
istics. A gay  disposition  is  the  principal  thing  that  he  has 
inherited  from  his  father. 

Beginning  life  as  an  officer  in  the  Guards,  he  had  attend- 
ed assiduously  to  his  military  duties;  and  at  twenty-three 
years  of  age  he  was  already  a lieutenant.  When  war 
broke  out,  he  felt  that  he  would  be  more  likely  to  win  pro- 
motion by  serving  in  the  active  portion  of  the  army,  and 
accordingly  he  joined  a regiment  of  hussars,  obtaining  a 
rank  immediately  above  the  one  that  he  had  previously 
held,  and,  indeed,  he  had  not  much  longer  to  wait  before 
he  was  promoted  to  the  command  of  a squadron. 

In  the  month  of  May,  in  the  year  1848,  the  regiment  of 

hussars  of  S passed  through  the  government  district  of 

K , and  the  squadron  commanded  by  young  Tourbine 

was  billeted  for  the  night  in  Morozovka,  a village  belong- 
ing to  our  acquaintance,  Anna  Feodorovna. 

Mrs.  Zaitsova  was  still  alive,  but  she  had  now  left  her 
youth  so  far  behind  her  that  she  no  longer  looked  upon 
herself  as  young,  which,  for  a woman,  is  saying  a fgreat 
deal.  She  had  grown  very  stout,  though  some  people  may 
not  consider  that  to  be  an  indication  of  mature  age;  for,  it 
is  often  said  that  stoutness  keeps  a woman  young-looking. 
On  that  plump,  fair  face  of  hers,  however,  several  deeply 
furrowed  wrinkles  had  now  made  their  mark.  She  no 
longer  frequented  the  town,  for  it  had  become  difficult  for 
her  to  mount  into  her  carriage,  but  she  still  retained  all 
her  old  frank  kindliness  of  disposition.  She  was,  indeed, 
still  as  simple-minded  as  ever,  though  she  no  longer  had 


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her  former  beauty  to  palliate  her  lack  of  intelligence. 
With  her  there  lived  her  daughter,  Lisanka,  a young  rus- 
tic-looking girl  of  three-and-twenty,  and  her  brother,  our 
old  acquaintance,  the  ex-sub-lieutenant,  who,  having  spent 
all  his  little  fortune  upon  other  people,  had  in  his  declin- 
ing years  taken  refuge  with  his  sister.  His  hair  was  now 
quite  gray,  and  his  lower  lip  was  sunken,  but  his  mustache 
was  still  carefully  dyed  black.  Wrinkles  covered  not  only 
his  brow  and  cheeks,  but  also  his  nose  and  neck,  and  his 
back  was  quite  bent.  His  weakly  legs  still  retained  their 
old  bow  and  seemed  to  proclaim  that  he  had  once  served  in 
the  cavalry. 

Anna  Feodorovna’s  family  had  assembled  in  a small 
room  in  their  old  house,  the  door  and  balconied  windows 
of  which  looked  on  to  an  old-fashioned  garden  planted  with 
lime-trees. 

The  mistress  of  the  house,  wearing  a lilac-colored  morn- 
ing-dress, was  reclining  on  a couch  in  front  of  a mahogany 
table,  amusing  herself  by  performing  tricks  with  a pack  of 
cards.  Her  brother,  in  white  trousers  and  a blue  coat, 
was  sitting  near  the  window,  plaiting  white  cotton,  an  oc- 
cupation of  which  he  was  very  fond,  and  which  his  niece 
had  taught  him.  It  was  the  only  thing  he  could  do  to  oc- 
cupy himself,  for  his  eyes  were  now  too  weak  to  let  him 
read  the  newspapers,  which  had  once  been  his  favorite  way 
of  passing  the  time. 

Meanwhile  Pimotchka,  Anna  Feodorovna’s  adopted 
daughter,  was  repeating  her  lesson  to  Lisanka,  who,  while 
she  listened,  went  on  knitting  with  her  wooden  needles  a 
pair  of  stockings  for  her  uncle.  Through  the  avenue  of 


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lime-trees  the  last  rays  of  the  setting  sun  were  shooting  a 
beam  of  broken  light  upon  the  end  window  of  the  room 
and  the  little  table  near  which  our  friend  Zavalchev sky 
was  seated.  The  garden  and  the  room  were  wrapped  in 
such  peaceful  calmness  that  a swallow  could  be  distinctly 
heard  as  it  skimmed  rapidly  past  the  window;  and  Anna 
Feodorovna’s  slight  sighs  and  the  little  coughs  of  the  old 
gentleman,  who  was  sitting  with  one  foot  lying  on  the 
other,  and  kept  constantly  changing  his  position,  sounded 
quite  loudly. 

“ How  do  you  do  this  trick  with  the  cards,  Lisanka?” 
asked  Anna  Feodorovna,  leaving  the  cards  alone  for  a mo- 
ment. “ I never  can  remember  the  right  way.  ” 

Lisanka,  without  putting  down  her  knitting,  came  up  to 
her  mother,  and  looked  at  the  cards. 

“ Ah,  you  have  got  them  all  wrong,  my  dear  little 
mother!”  she  exclaimed,  as  she  set  them  right.  “ Now 
they  are  properly  arranged.  There!  they  come  just  as  you 
want  them,”  she  added,  surreptitiously  withdrawing  one  of 
the  cards. 

“ Ah,  you  always  deceive  me,  and  pretend  that  I have 
done  is  quite  correctly.  ” 

“ No,  indeed;  it  is  really  all  right.” 

“Really?  Ah,  Fm  afraid  you’re  a little  hypocrite! 
Isn’t  it  time  for  tea  now?” 

“ Yes;  I’ve  told  them  to  heat  the  samovar.  I’ll  go  and 
see  about  it  now.  Shall  we  have  it  brought  here  or  in  the 
other  room?  Get  your  lessons  finished  quickly,  Pimotchka, 
and  then  we’ll  go  and  have  a little  run.  ” 

The  girl  now  turned  to  leave  the  room. 


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“Lisotchka!  Lisanka!”  cried  her  uncle,  looking  anx- 
iously at  his  work,  “ I think  Fve  made  a slip.  Come  and 
put  it  right  again  for  me,  dear.” 

“ Directly,  uncle.  Fm  just  going  to  break  the  sugar.” 

Three  minutes  afterward  she  came  back,  went  up  to  her 
uncle,  and  gripped  him  by  the  ear. 

“ There!  that  will  teach  you  to  make  mistakes!”  she 
exclaimed,  with  a laugh. 

“Oh,  let  me  go!  let  me  go!  and  please  put  it  right 
again!”  said  the  old  man.  “ Look,  there  are  some  knots 
there.  ” 

Lisanka  took  up  the  work,  drew  a pin  from  the  hand- 
kerchief which  she  wore  over  her  bosom,  and  which  the 
breeze  blew  open  for  a moment,  rectified  the  mistake, 
made  a fresh  start  in  the  plaiting,  and  then  gave  it  back  to 
her  uncle.  “ Kiss  me  for  what  I have  done,”  she  said, 
stretching  out  her  rosy  cheek  toward  him,  and  pinning  up 
her  handkerchief  again.  “ YouTl  have  a little  rum  in 
your  tea,  won’t  you?  It’s  Friday  to-day.” 

Then  she  left  the  room  again. 

“ Oh,  uncle,  dear,  come  and  look!  Here  are  some  hus- 
sars coming!”  she  called  out  from  the  next  room. 

Anna  Feodorovna  and  her  brother  at  once  went  into  the 
room  where  the  tea  had  been  served.  The  windows  here 
looked  on  to  the  road.  There  was  not  much  to  be  seen; 
but  a troop  of  hussars  could  just  be  distinguished  as  they 
came  along  in  the  midst  of  a cloud  of  dust. 

“ What  a pity  it  is,  my  dear  little  sister,”  said  the  old 
gentleman,  “ that  our  house  is  so  small  and  that  the  wing 
is  not  finished,  otherwise  we  might  have  invited  the  officers 


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to  stay  with  us.  Hussar  officers  are  such  gay,  pleasant 
young  fellows.  I should  like  to  have  seen  a little  of 
them.  " 

% 

“ I should  havj  been  very  glad,  too;  but  you  know  very 
well,  brother,  that  we  have  no  accommodation  for  them. 
There's  the  big  bedroom,  and  Lisanka's,  the  drawing- 
room, and  this  room,  which  is , yours,  and  that's  all. 
Where  could  we  put  them?" 

“ Try  to  think  of  some  place." 

“ Well,  Mikhail  Matvieff  has  had  the  staroste's  isba 
cleaned  for  them,  and  he  says  that  it  will  do  very  nicely." 

“ Ah,  we  might  have  found  a husband  for  you,  Lisanka, 

' a brave  hussar!"  continued  the  uncle. 

“ Oh!  but  I don't  want  a hussar;  I want  a lancer.  You 
were  in  the  lancers,  weren't  you,  uncle?  I don't  even 
want  to  know  any  hussars.  They  stick  at  nothing,  people 
say. " The  girl  blushed  slightly  as  she  said  this,  and  then 
broke  into  a ringing  laugh.  “ Ah,  here's  Oustiouchka 
running  along!"  she  suddenly  exclaimed;  “ let  us  ask  her 
what  she  has  seen. " 

Anna  Feodorovna  gave  orders  for  Oustiouchka  to  be 
summoned,  remarking:  “ She  never  can  keep  to  her  work; 
she  must  always  be  off  looking  at  the  soldiers.  Well, 
where  have  they  billeted  the  officers?"  she  added,  address- 
ing the  servant. 

“ With  the  Eremkines,  madame.  There  are  two  of 
them;  and  oh!  they  are  such  handsome  gentlemen.  It  is 
said  that  one  of  them  is  a count." 

“ What  is  his  name?" 


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“ It's  Kazaroff,  or  Tourbineff,  I think;  but  I really  can't 
quite  remember." 

“ What  a goose  the  girl  is!  She  can't  tell  me  the  least 
thing!  You  might  at  least  have  recollected  the  name." 

“ Shall  I go  and  inquire?" 

“ Oh,  yes,  I dare  say!  I know  you  too  well;  No; 
Danilo  shall  go.  Tell  him,  brother,  to  go  and  ask  if  there 
is  anything  we  can  do  for  the  officers.  We  ought  to  show 
them  some  attention.  He  must  say  that  I have  sent  him." 

The  old  gentleman  and  his  sister  now  returned  to  their 
tea.  Lisanka  went  into  the  kitchen  to  place  the  sugar  she 
had  broken  up  in  the  sugar-basin,  while  Oustiouchka  began 
to  talk  to  her  about  the  hussars.  “ The  count  is  so  hand- 
some," she  exclaimed.  “He  is  just  like  an  angel  with 
black  eyelashes.  He  would  make  you  a splendid  lover; 
and  you  would  be  a lovely  couple!" 

The  other  servants  smiled  approvingly.  The  old  nurse, 
who  was  knitting  near  the  window,  sighed  and  uttered  a 
prayer  that  it  might  really  be  so. 

“ The  hussars  have  quite  bewitched  you!"  rejoined  Lis- 
anka. “ You're  very  much  given  to  romancing,  I know. 
Just  get  me  some  syrup,  please,  Oustiouchka;  we  must 
send  some  to  the  soldiers. " And  then  Lisanka  took  the 
sugar-basin,  and  ran  off  with  a laugh. 

“ I should  very  much  like  to  know  what  sort  of  a person 
this  hussar  is!  Is  he  dark  or  fair?  I dare  say  he  would  be 
very  glad  to  know  us.  But  he  will  go  away,  and  he  will 
never  even  know  that  I have  given  him  a thought.  What 
a number  of  them  have  already  gone  through  the  town 
without  ever  seeing  me!  What  does  it  matter  how  I do 


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my  hair  or  what  sort  of  cuffs  I wear?  No  one  ever  takes 
any  notice  of  me!”  Thus  the  young  girl  reflected,  with  a 
little  sigh,  as  she  touched  her  plump  white  arm  caressingly. 
‘‘I  dare  say  he’s  tall,  and  has  big  eyes,”  she  resumed, 
“ and  very  likely  a little  black  mustache.  Ah,  I’m  already 
turned  twenty-two,  and  no  one  is  in  love  with  me  except- 
ing that  pock-marked  Ipatich!  And  four  years  ago  I was 
prettier  than  I am  now.  My  youth  is  passing  away  with- 
out any  happiness!  Ah!  what  a poor  unfortunate  village 
girl  I am!” 

Her  mother’s  voice,  calling  to  her  to  come  and  pour  out 
the  tea,  disturbed  her  reverie.  She  shook  her  little  head, 
and  hastened  to  Anna  Feodorovna. 

It  is  a noteworthy  fact  that  in  this  life  the  best  things 
often  happen  quite  by  chance.  The  more  one  tries  to 
bring  them  about  the  less  one  succeeds.  In  the  country 
districts,  where  parents  seldom  take  much  trouble  about 
giving  their  children  a good  education,  the  children  are 
often  extremely  well  informed.  Now,  this  was  especially 
the  case  with  Lisanka.  Anna  Feodorovna,  with  her  limit- 
ed intelligence  and  careless  disposition,  had  not  given  her 
daughter  any  education  at  all.  She  had  not  had  her  in- 
structed in  either  music  or  French — that  language  which  is 
so  useful. 

It  happened  that,  despite  maternal  neglect,  the  girl  was 
endowed  with  robust  health.  A nurse  and  one  of  the 
female  servants  had  taken  charge  of  her  as  a child,  reared 
her,  dressed  her  in  little  print  frocks  and  sheepskin  shoes, 
and  then  sent  her  to  ramble  about  and  gather  mushrooms 
and  raspberries  in  the  woods.  An  ecclesiastic  had  subse- 


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quently  taught  her  reading  and  arithmetic,  and,  at  sixteen 
years  of  age,  she  had  become,  a cheerful  companion  for  her 
mother,  and  an  active  housekeeper. 

Anna  Feodorovna^s  kindly  disposition  was  constantly 
causing  her  to  adopt  little  girls,  the  daughters  of  serfs,  or 
lost  children;  and  Lisanka,  ever  since  she  was  ten  years 
old,  had  looked  after  them,  taught  them  to  read,  taken 
them  to  church,  and  checked  their  taste  for  mischief. 
Then  there  was  her  uncle,  wdio  required  quite  as  much 
watching  and  attention  as  a child,  and  whom  she  had  also 
taken  under  her  care.  The  servants  and  moujiks,  too, 
always  applied  to  her  for  any  remedies  for  their  complaints, 
and  she  supplied  them  with  decoctions  of  elder,  with  mint, 
and  spirits  of  camphor.  By  and  by  the  management  of 
the  house  dropped  into  her  hands,  and,  on  the  other  hand, 
the  young  girl  found  in  religion  and  the  beauty  of  nature 
further  objects  on  which  she  could  lavish  the  fund  of  love 
within  her.  So  she  grew  up  quite  spontaneously  into  an 
active,  good,  bright,  independent,  pure,  and  profoundly 
religious  woman.  It  is  true  that  she  sometimes  experi- 
enced little  twinges  of  disappointed  vanity  when  she  saw 
her  neighbors  in  church  wearing  fashionable  bonnets, 

which  they  had  ordered  from  K ; that  she  occasionally 

shed  tears  of  vexation  on  account  of  her  mother,  who,  since 
she  had  grown  old,  had  become  querulous  and  capricious; 
and  that  every  now  and  then  she  fell  a victim  to  the  most 
unrealizable  and  visionary  dreams  of  love.  These,  how- 
ever, had  all  been  dissipated  by  the  healthful  activity  which 
she  was  bound  to  display,  and  when  she  reached  her 
twenty-second  birthday  she  seemed  quite  without  blemish. 


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There  was  no  self-reproach  to  trouble  the  serene  and  tran- 
quil soul  of  this  young  girl,  who  was  so  beautiful  both  in 
mind  and  body. 

Lisanka  was  of  medium  height,  and  inclined  to  plump- 
ness. Her  eyes  were  gray  and  rather  small,  and  her  hair 
hung  down  in  a long  heavy  plait.  Although  her  gait  was 
firm,  there  was  an  air  of  easy  carelessness  about  it.  The 
expression  of  her  face,  when  she  was  thinking  of  anything 
which  did  not  cause  her  any  distress  of  mind,  seemed  to 
say  to  those  who  saw  her:  “ Life  is  a good  thing  for  such 
as  have  loving  hearts  and  clear  consciences. 99  Even  in  her 
moments  of  vexation,  trouble,  or  sadness,  when  her  eyes 
were  dimmed  with  tears,  or  when  her  eyebrows  were 
knitted  in  a frown,  or  her  lips  were  tightly  set,  still  in  the 
dimples  of  her  cheeks,  about  the  corners  of  her  lips  and  in 
her  eyes,  so  accustomed  to  take  a smiling  view  of  life,  one 
could  detect  indications  of  a heart  that  was  good  and  true 
to  the  core,  and  of  a mind  quite  free  from  all  taint  of  false- 
hood. 


II. 

Although  the  sun  had  already  reached  the  horizon,  it 
was  still  warm  when  the  squadron  entered  Morozovka.  In 
front  of  it,  in  the  middle  of  the  dusty  village  road,  there 
trotted,  lowing  distressfully,  an  unhappy  cow,  which  had 
got  separated  from  the  herd  it  belonged  to,  and  which 
could  not  realize  that  its  best  plan  would  be  simply  to  stand 
aside  and  let  the  apparently  pursuing  squadron  pass  it  by. 


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The  old  peasants,  the  babas,  and  children,  formed  a double 
line  along  the  road  and  gazed  eagerly  at  the  hussars.  In 
the  midst  of  a thick  cloud  of  dust,  the  soldiers  stopped 
their  horses,  which  then  began  to  paw  the  ground  and  to 
snort  for  a moment  or  two.  On  the  right  of  the  squadron 
there  were  two  officers  sitting  at  ease  on  two  magnificent 
chargers.  One  of  them  was  the  commander.  Count  Tour- 
bine;  the  other  was  a very  young  man  wTho  had  recently 
been  promoted  to  the  rank  of  sub-lieutenant.  His  name 
was  Polozoff. 

A hussar,  in  a jacket  white  with  dust,  now  came  out  of 
the  largest  isba,  and,  taking  off  his  cap,  he  approached 
the  officers. 

“Where  have  quarters  been  provided  for  us?”  asked 
the  count. 

“Here,  at  the  staroste’s,  your  excellency,”  replied  the 
quarter-master.  “ He  has  just  had  his  isba  cleaned.  I 
tried  to  get  you  quarters  at  the  pomestchitsa’s,  but  they 
told  me  they  had  no  accommodation.  She  is  so  mean — ” 

“All  right,”  interrupted  the  count,  getting  off  his 
horse,  and  stretching  his  stiff  legs.  “ Has  my  carriage 
arrived?” 

“ Yes,  it  has  condescended  to  arrive,  your  excellency,” 
replied  the  quarter-master,  pointing  with  his  cap  to  the 
carriage,  the  leather  body  of  which  could  be  seen  standing 
in  the  open  coach-house. 

Then  he  darted  into  the  lobby  of  the  isba,  where  the 
peasant’s  family  were  crowding  to  look  at  the  officer.  In 
his  haste  to  open  the  door  to  show  his  superior  that  the 
dwelling  had  been  made  fit  to  receive  him,  the  quarter- 


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master  jostled  against  an  old  woman.  Then  he  stood 
aside  to  let  the  officer  pass. 

The  house  was  of  a fair  size,  but  not  very  clean.  A 
German  man-servant,  dressed  like  a lord,  was  in  the  large 
room,  fitting  up  an  iron  bedstead.  When  he  had  arranged 
the  sheets  and  blankets,  he  set  about  unpacking  the 
count's  luggage. 

“What  a disgusting  place!"  exclaimed  the  coimt,  with 
vexation.  “I  say,  Diadenko,  can't  you  find  me  a better 
room  than  this  somewhere?  Can't  the  pomestchik  take 
me  in?" 

“ If  your  excellency  commands  it,  I will  go  to  the  Manor 
House,"  replied  Diadenko,  “ but  the  Manor  House  isn't  a 
very  nice-looking  place." 

“ It's  no  use  troubling  about  it,  then.  You  can  go.". 

The  count  then  threw  himself  on  to  the  bed,  and  lay 
down  with  his  hands  clasped  behind  his  head.  “ Johann!" 
he  shouted  to  his  valet,  “ you've  gone  and  made  a great 
lump  again  in  the  very  middle  of  the  bed!  Will  you  never 
learn  how  to  make  a bed  properly?" 

Johann  hurried  up  to  put  the  bed  straight. 

“ Oh,  it's  no  use  altering  it  now!  Get  me  my  dressing- 
gown,"  said  the  count,  in  a querulous  voice. 

The  servant  gave  him  his  dressing-gown,  and  before  put- 
ting it  on,  the  count  examined  one  of  the  skirts. 

“ There,  now!  you  haven't  taken  out  that  stain!  Was 
ever  man  worse  served  than  I am  by  you?"  cried  the  hus- 
sar, snatching  the  garment  from  the  valet's  hands  and 
putting  it  on.  “I  fancy  you  make  a point  of  not  doing 
what  you  are  told.  Is  the  tea  ready?" 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


“ I haven't  had  time  to  make  it  yet/'  replied  Johann. 

“ Idiot!" 

The  count  then  took  up  a French  novel  and  began  to 
read,  and  he  continued  amusing  himself  in  this  way  for 
some  time.  Johann  left  the  room  and  went  into  the  lobby 
to  prepare  the  samovar.  His  master  was  evidently  in  a 
bad  temper,  brought  on,  probably,  by  fatigue,  by  the  dust 
with  which  his  face  was  covered,  the  tightness  of  his  uni- 
form, and  the  empty  condition  of  his  stomach. 

“ Johann!"  he  suddenly  called  out  again.  “ Come  and 
account  for  those  ten  roubles  which  I gave  you.  What 
have  you  bought  in  the  town?" 

Tourbine  ran  over  the  list,  and  gave  utterance  to  various 
remarks  of  dissatisfaction  by  the  dearness  of  provisions. 

“ Bring  me  some  rum  for  the  tea!"  said  he. 

“ I have  not  bought  any  rum  for  the  tea,"  replied 
Johann. 

“ Oh,  you  haven't,  haven't  you?  How  many  times  have 
I told  you  never  to  be  without  rum?" 

“ I hadn't  sufficient  money." 

“ Then  why  didn't  Polozoff  buy  some?  You  could  have 
borrowed  some  money  from  his  man. " 

“ I don't  know  whether  the  sub-lieutenant,  Polozoff — 
However,  they  bought  some  tea  and  sugar. " 

“Be  off  with  you,  idiot!  You  are  the  only  person  who 
ever  makes  me  lose  my  temper.  You  know  very  well  that 
when  I am  on  the  march  I always  take  rum  in  my  tea!" 

“ Here  are  two  letters,  your  excellency.  They  have  just 
been  brought,"  said  the  valet. 

The  count,  who  was  still  lying  on  the  bed,  opened  the 


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letters  and  read  them.  Just  at  that  moment  the  young 
sub-lieutenant  came  into  the  room.  His  face  bore  a de- 
lighted expression.  He  had  got  his  detachment  billeted. 

“ Well,  Tourbine,”  said  he,  “you  seem  comfortable 
here,  I think.  It’s  very  warm,  and  I’m  really  feeling 
tired.  ” 

“ Comfortable!  I should  think  so,  indeed!  A miserable, 
stinking  isba!  and,  thanks  to  you,  there  is  no  rum!  That 
fool  of  a man  of  yours  hasn’t  bought  any,  and  mine  hasn’t 
got  any  either.  You  ought  to  have  told  him  to  get  some.” 

Then,  as  Polozoff  went  out  of  the  room,  he  again  began 
reading  his  letters.  When  he  had  perused  the  first  one  he 
crumpled  it  up  and  threw  it  on  the  floor. 

“ Why  didn’t  you  get  some  rum?”  said  the  sub-lieuten- 
ant to  his  servant,  in  a deep  voice.  “You  had  plenty  of 
money.  ” 

“ Why  should  it  be  always  your  turn  to  pay  for  it?”  was 
the  reply.  “ I spend  quite  enough  without  that,  and  that 
Germ^p.  fellow  does  nothing  but  smoke  his  pipe.” 

Tourbine’s  second  letter  seemed  more  agreeable,  for  he 
smiled  as  he  read  it. 

“ Who’s  it  from?”  asked  Polozoff,  as  he  came  back  into 
the  room  and  began  to  arrange  his  crib  near  the  stove. 

“Prom  Mina,”  replied  the  count,  gayly,  handing  the 
letter  to  the  young  man.  “ Would  you  like  to  read  it? 
What  a charming  woman  she  is,  a very  charming  woman! 
She  is  worth  any  number  of  our  own  girls.  What  a deal 
of  wit  and  intelligence  she  shows  in  that  letter.  The  only 
thing  that  isn’t  altogether  delightful  is  her  asking  me  for 
some  money.” 


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“ Yes,  that’s  rather  a bore/’  assented  the  sub-lieutenant. 

“ I certainly  promised  her  some,  but  this  campaigning, 
you  know — However,  if  I keep  the  command  of  the 
squadron  for  another  three  months  I will  send  her  some. 
What  a charming  woman  she  is,  isn’t  she?”  added  the 
count,  smiling  and  watching  the  expression  of  Polozoff’s 
face  as  the  latter  read  the  letter. 

“ It’s  shockingly  badly  written,  but  very  charming  all 
the  same.  I really  think  she  loves  you.” 

“ I should  think  she  does.  When  women  of  that  kind 
love,  no  one  loves  like  them.” 

“ And  where’s  the  other  letter  from?”  asked  Polozoff, 
handing  the  one  which  he  had  been  reading  back  to  the 
count. 

“ Oh,  it’s  nothing.  It’s  from  a wretched  fellow  to 
whom  I owe  some  money,  a gambling  debt.  This  is  the 
third  time  he  has  reminded  me  of  it,  and  I can’t  pay  him 
yet.  Confound  him!”  said  the  count,  who  was  obviously 
annoyed  by  the  thought  of  the  matter. 

After  this  conversation  there  came  a long  interval  of 
silence.  Polozoff,  who  was  manifestly  under  the  count’s 
influence,  drank  his  tea  without  saying  anything,  but  cast- 
ing glances  every  now  and  then  at  the  gloomy  face  of  Tour- 
bine,  who  had  taken  a seat  near  the  window. 

“What  do  you  think?”  suddenly  exclaimed  the  count, 
nodding  his  head  in  a pleased  manner.  “ It  seems  to  me 
quite  possible.  Supposing  there  happens  to  be  a vacancy 
this  year,  and  we  are  lucky  enough  to  come  in  for  an  en- 
gagement or  two,  why  shouldn’t  I outstrip  my  old  su* 
periors  in  the  Guards?” 


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The  conversation  turned  on  this  subject  as  the  two 
officers  drank  their  second  cup  of  tea;  and  then  Anna 
Feodorovna's  servant,  old  Danilo,  came  into  the  room  to 
discharge  the  commission  with  which  he  had  been  intrusted 
by  his  mistress.  Having  done  this,  and  having  learned  the 
count's  name,  Danilo  suddenly  remembered  the  visit  of 

the  last  Count  Tourbine  to  K , and  acting  on  his  own 

inspiration,  exclaimed:  “My  mistress  has  ordered  me  to 
ask  your  excellency  if  you  are  not  the  son  of  the  late 
Count  Feodor  Ivanovitch  Tourbine.  My  mistress,  Anna 
Feodorovna,  used  to  know  him  very  well.  " 

“ Yes,  he  was  my  father.  Tell  your  mistress  that  I am 
extremely  grateful  to  her,  but  there  is  nothing  that  I re- 
quire. Stay,  though,  I should  feel  very  much  obliged  if 
she  could  tell  me  where  I could  get  a better  room  than  this 
— either  in  her  own  house  or  elsewhere." 

“ Why  did  you  say  that?"  asked  Polozoff,  as  soon  as 
Danilo  had  gone.  “ Won't  this  do  very  well  for  a single 
night?  Just  think  of  the  trouble  you  are  going  to  give 
them!" 

“ Haven't  we  had  quite  enough  of  these  foul,  smoky 
isbas?  This  one  is  just  like  all  the  others!  You  are  far 
too  unpractical.  Why  shouldn't  we  take  advantage  of  the 
chance  of  obtaining  civilized  lodgings,  even  if  it  be  only 
for  a single  night?  So  far  from  thinking  it  a trouble,  I'm 
sure  they  will  be  delighted.  There  is  only  one  thing  which 
rather  bothers  me,"  added  the  count,  with  a smile,  “ and 
that  is,  that  this  lady  knew  my  father.  I always  feel  a 
little  bix  nervous  when  people  get  talking  about  my  late 
papa.  Some  scandalous  story  or  unpaid  debt  generally 


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crops  up;  so,  as  a rule,  I generally  try  to  avoid  my  father's 
old  acquaintances.  However,  I suppose  he  only  followed 
the  customs  of  his  time,"  concluded  the  count,  resuming 
his  serious  expression. 

“ Oh,  I forgot  to  tell  you,"  now  said  Polozoff,  “ that  I 
recently  met  Iliine,  the  brigadier  of  the  lancers.  He  said 
he  should  like  very  much  to  see  you.  He  seems  to  have 
perfectly  worshiped  your  father." 

“ That  Iliine  always  seems  to  me  to  be  an  old  muff.  All 
these  people  who  knew  my  father  tell  me  things  about  him 
which  make  me  feel  quite  ashamed,  and  yet  all  the  time 
they  seem  to  think  that  they  are  pleasing  me.  My  tem- 
perament is  very  different  to  what  his  was.  I take  life 
coolly,  and  I haven't  the  wild  enthusiasm  that  he  had.  He 
was  a hot-tempered  fellow,  and  used  sometimes  to  allow 
himself  to  do  the  wildest  things.  But  then,  as  I said  be- 
fore, he  was  a man  of  his  time!  In  our  own  days  I dare 
say  he  would  have  distinguished  himself  very  highly,  for, 
to  do  him  justice,  he  had  great  abilities." 

A quarter  of  an  hour  afterward,  old  Danilo,  the  man- 
servant, came  back,  and  informed  the  count  that  the  pom- 
estchitsa  begged  of  him  to  be  kind  enough  to  spend  the 
night  at  her  house. 


III. 

When  Anna  Feodorovna  learned  that  the  young  officer 
of  hussars  was  really  Count  Tourbine's  son,  she  could  not 
restrain  her  impatience  to  see  him. 

“ Run  back  as  quickly  as  you  can,  Danilo,  and  say  that 
I insist  upon  him  coming  here!"  she  exclaimed,  in  a state 


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of  the  most  intense  excitement,  and  then  she  hurried  off  to 
the  maid-servants. 

“ Lisanka!  Oustiouchka!  We  must  have  your  room  got 
ready.  Lisa,  you  must  sleep  in  your  uncle's;  and  you, 
brother,  must  sleep  in  the  drawing-room;  you  will,  won't 
you,  just  for  this  one  night?" 

“ Of  course  I will,  my  dear  little  sister.  I will  sleep 
anywhere. " 

“ He  must  be  a handsome  young  man  if  he  takes  after 
his  father.  I must  see  the  dear  lad!  You  shall  see  him, 
too,  Lisanka!  His  father  was  such  a fine-looking  man! 
But  where  are  you  taking  that  table  to?"  now  cried  Anna 
Feodorovna,  hastily  darting  forward.  “ Leave  it  where  it 
is!  Bring  a couple  of  beds  here.  You  must  borrow  one 
from  the  steward.  And  put  the  crystal  candlesticks  which 
my  brother  gave  me  on  my  birthday  on  the  little  table." 

All  the  necessary  arrangements  were  quickly  made. 
Lisanka  carried  out  her  own  ideas  in  preparing  the  room 
which  was  destined  for  the  accommodation  of  the  two 
officers,  notwithstanding  her  mother's  attempts  to  alter 
them.  She  laid  clean  sheets,  scented  with  mignonette,  on 
the  beds,  gave  orders  for  a decanter  of  water  and  some 
candles  to  be  placed  on  the  little  tables,  had  some  per- 
fumed paper  burned  in  the  servants'  room,  and  transferred 
her  own  little  bed  into  her  uncle's  chamber. 

Anna  Feodorovna  now  became  somewhat  calmer  and 
was  able  to  sit  still  in  her  chair  again.  She  even  took  up 
her  cards,  but  while  she  was  laying  them  out  on  the  table, 
she  suddenly  leaned  her  head  on  her  dimpled  elbow,  and 
then  seemed  lost  in  thought. 


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“ How  time  flies!  How  time  flies !”  she  sighed  to  her- 
self, in  a low  voice.  “ Can  it  really  be  so  long  ago?  I 
can  see  him  again  so  plainly.  What  a scapegrace  he 
was!” 

The  tears  welled  to  her  eyes. 

“And  here's  Lisanka  quite  a woman!”  she  resumed. 
“ Still,  she's  not  quite  what  I was  at  her  age.  She  is 
pretty,  certainly,  but  there's  not  that — Lisanka,  you 
must  wear  mousseline  de  laine  this  evening.” 

“ Are  you  going  to  ask  them  to  join  us,  mother?  I 
think  you'd  better  not,”  said  Lisanka,  a prey  to  an  agita- 
tion which  she  could  not  suppress,  for  the  thought  of  see- 
ing the  officers  troubled  her  exceedingly.  “ You'd  better 
not  ask  them,  mother.” 

To  tell  the  truth,  amid  Anna  Feodorovna's  desire  to  see 
the  officers,  there  struggled  a fear  of  what  she  foresaw 
might  happen  to  her  daughter. 

“ I dare  say  they  will  want  to  make  our  acquaintance,” 
she  replied,  however,  as  she  caressed  Lisanka's  hair. 
“No,”  she  reflected  as  she  spoke;  “no,  this  is  not  the 
sort  of  hair  that  I had  when  I was  a girl.  No,  Lisotchka, 
I'm  afraid  it  will  never  be,  though  I could  wish  you  to  have 
him.” 

She  was  really  anxious  to  secure  a happy  future  for  the 
girl,  but  she  felt  that  she  could  scarcely  hope  to  see  her 
married  to  the  count.  Still  she  had  a vague  though 
strong  longing  that  it  might  be  so,  both  for  her  daughter's 
sake  and  because  she  would  have  liked  to  see  the  happy 
moments  which  she  had  spent  with  the  late  count  fall  to 
the  share  of  his  son  and  her  daughter. 


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The  old  gentleman,  too,  was  a little  agitated  by  the 
arrival  of  young  Tourbine.  He  retired  into  his  room  and 
locked  the  door.  A quarter  of  an  hour  afterward  he  reap- 
peared, wearing  a hussar  jacket  and  a pair  of  blue  trousers. 
His  face  wore  an  expression  of  embarrassed  delight,  like 
that  of  some  young  girl  who  has  put  on  her  ball-dress  for 
the  first  time.  He  was  about  to  repair  to  the  room  which 
had  been  prepared  for  the  guests. 

“ WeTl  go  and  see  what  these  hussars  of  to-day  are  like, 
little  sister,”  he  said.  “The  late  count  was  a real  hus- 
sar. WeTl  go  and  have  a look  at  them.” 

The  officers  had  already  arrived,  and  had  taken  posses- 
sion of  their  room. 

“Well!”  exclaimed  the  count,  as,  still  dressed,  and  with- 
out even  taking  off  his  dusty  boots,  he  threw  himself  upon 
the  bed  which  had  been  prepared  for  him,  “ well,  this  is 
better  than  the  isba  with  its  crowd  of  insects,  isn’t  it?” 

“ Yes,  we’ve  certainly  got  into  pleasant  quarters  now,” 
rejoined  Polozoff,  “ and  I’m  sure  we  ought  to  be  very 
grateful  to  the  people  of  the  house.” 

“ What  nonsense!  You  mustn’t  make  such  a fuss  about 
it!  I’m  sure  they  are  charmed  to  have  us  here.  Here,  I 
say,”  the  count  now  said  to  his  servant,  “ just  go  and  ask 
for  something  "to  put  across  that  window,  or  else  we  shall 
have  a nasty  draught  from  it  during  the  night.  ” 

At  this  moment  the  old  gentleman  entered  the  room  in 
view  of  making  the  acquaintance  of  the  officers.  He 
flushed  slightly,  and  then  took  advantage  of  the  oppor- 
tunity to  mention  that  he  had  been  a comrade  of  the  late 
count,  between  whom  and  himself,  he  said,  a strong  sym- 


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?8 

pathy  had  existed.  He  added,  too,  that  Tourbine  had  ren- 
dered him  services  upon  several  occasions;  but  he  did  not 
explain  whether  he  meant  by  this  that  the  late  count  had 
borrowed  a hundred  roubles  from  him,  which  he  had  never 
repaid,  or  that  he  had  rolled  him  in  the  snow/  or  that  he 
had  grossly  insulted  him. 

The  young  count  was  extremely  polite  to  the  old  gentle- 
man, and  thanked  him  for  the  hospitality  which  had  been 
shown  to  him. 

“ I hope  you  will  excuse  us/*  rejoined  Zavalchevsky, 
“ if  everything  is  not  quite  as  comfortable  as  it  should 
be,  count — ** 

He  was  just  on  the  point  of  addressing  Tourbine  as 
“ your  excellency/*  having  got  out  of  the  way  of  speaking 
to  strangers  of  position. 

“ My  sister  *s  house  is  only  a small  one/*  he  continued. 
“We  will  get  you  a curtain  for  that  window  at  once;  that 
will  make  everything  quite  right.  ** 

Under  the  pretense  of  going  to  order  the  curtain,  he 
then  left  the  room,  but  his  real  reason  for  retiring  was 
that  he  wished  to  communicate  his  impressions  of  the 
young  officer  to  his  sister  and  his  niece. 

Presently  the  pretty  maid,  Oustiouchka,  appeared  with  a 
shawl  which  her  mistress  had  given  her.  She  fastened  it 
across  the  window,  and  then  asked  if  the  gentleman  would 
like  some  tea.  The  comfort  of  his  surroundings  had  had  a 
favorable  effect  upon  the  count*s  temper.  He  smiled 
gayly  at  Oustiouchka,  and  teased  and  chaffed  her  so  much 
that  she  told  him  to  “ behave  himself . **  Then  he  asked 
her  if  her  young  mistress  was  pretty,  and  remarked  that 


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he  would  be  very  glad  to  have  some  tea,  and  that,  as  his 
supper  was  not  yet  ready,  he  should  feel  much  obliged  if 
she  would  let  him  have  some  vodka  and  something  to  eat, 
together  with  a little  sherry,  if  there  was  any  in  the 
house. 

The  old  uncle  was  quite  delighted  with  Tourbine^s  affa- 
bility. He  sung  the  praises  of  the  young  generation,  as- 
serting that  the  present  race  of  men  were  much  better  fel- 
lows than  their  predecessors.  Anna  Feodorovna,  however, 
would  not  agree  to  this.  She  thought  that  no  one  could 
ever  surpass  Count  Feodor  Ivanovitch;  and  she  ended  by 
getting  quite  vexed. 

“ In  your  opinion,  brother,”  she  said,  dryly,  “ the  last 
person  you  have  spoken  to  is  always  the  best.  Perhaps 
people  are  more  intelligent  now  than  they  used  to  be,  but 
no  one  ever  danced  the  schottische  better  than  Feodor 
Ivanovitch  did;  no  one  was  ever  so  agreeable.  Every  one 
used  to  rave  about  him,  but  he  cared  for  no  one  but  me. 
There  were  polished,  amiable  men  in  our  time  as  well  as 
there  are  to-day.” 

Just  at  this  moment  the  counts  request  for  some  vodka 
and  food  and  sherry  was  brought  to  the  mistress  of  the 
house. 

“ You  never  look  properly  after  what  is  necessary!”  ex- 
claimed Anna  Feodorovna  to  her  daughter.  “ There 
ought  to  have  been  some  supper  ready!  Lisanka,  my 
dear,  go  and  see  about  it  at  once.” 

Lisanka  ran  off  to  the  kitchen  to  get  some  little  pickled 
mushrooms  and  some  fresh  butter,  and  she  told  the  cook  to 
prepare  some  cutlets. 


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“ About  the  sherry?”  now.  asked  Anna  Feodorovna; 
“ have  you  any  left,  brother?” 

“ No,  indeed;  I never  had  any.” 

“ Never  had  any?  What  do  you  take  in  your  tea, 
then?” 

“ Bum,  Anna  Feodorovna.” 

“ Won't  that  do  as  well?  Give  them  some  of  your  rum; 
I'm  sure  it  will  do  just  as  well.  Perhaps  we  had  better  ask 
them  to  join  us  here,  brother.  I don't  think  they  would 
be  offended.  We  had  better  ask  them.” 

The  old  gentleman  replied  he  felt  sure  that  the  count 
would  come,  and  declared  that  he  would  go  at  once  and 
bring  him.  Anna  Feodorovna  then  retired  to  put  on  her 
heavy  silk  dress  and  a new  cap.  Lisanka  was  so  busy  that 
she  had  not  time  to  change  her  pink,  big-sleeved  cotton 
frock.  She  was  in  a state  of  great  agitation.  She  felt 
that  something  quite  unexpected  was  going  to  happen  to 
her,  and  as  if  some  low,  black  cloud  were  hanging  over  her 
soul. 

This  noble  and  handsome  hussar  appeared  to  her  as 
something  quite  new,  incomprehensible,  and  attractive. 
His  character,  his  habits,  his  speech,  everything  about  him, 
in  fact,  were  bound  to  be  quite  different  to  anything  she 
had  previously  known.  All  that  he  thought  and  said  would 
be  sensible  and  right;  everything  that  he  did  would  be 
scrupulously  correct,  while  his  appearance  and  his  manners 
were  certain  to  be  winning.  Lisanka  felt  no  doubt  at  all 
about  any  of  those  points. 

If,  instead  of  merely  asking  for  some  food  and  sherry, 
the  count  had  required  a perfumed  bath,  the  young  girl 


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81 


would  not  have  felt  any  astonishment  or  have  found  any 
fault  with  him,  so  positive  she  was  that  whatever  he  did 
must  be  right. 

The  count  at  once  accepted  the  invitation  which  Anna 
Feodorovna  sent  to  him  through  her  brother.  He  brushed 
his  hair,  and  then  took  up  his  cloak  and  cigar-case. 
“ You  are  coming,  too,  aren't  you?"  he  said,  turning  to 
Polozoff. 

“I  think  we  had  better  not  go,"  replied  the  ex-sub- 
lieutenant. “ They  would  put  themselves  out  to  receive 
us,"  he  continued,  speaking  in  French. 

“ Nonsense!  On  the  contrary,  they  will  be  delighted  to 
see  us.  ^Besides,  I have  been  making  inquiries,  and  I hear 
that  the  young  lady  is  very  pretty.  Come  along!"  added 
the  count,  who  also  spoke  in  French. 

“ Pray,  come,  gentlemen,"  now  said  Zavalchevsky,  also 
in  French,  so  as  to  let  the  officers  know  that  he  knew  that 
language,  and  had  perfectly  understood  what  they  had 
been  saying. 


IV. 

Lisanka's  face  was  flushed  and  her  eyes  were  cast 
down  when  the  officers  entered  the  room.  She  seemed 
completely  absorbed  in  filling  the  tea-pot,  and  as  though 
she  were  afraid  to  look  at  the  hussars.  Anna  Feodorovna, 
on  the  contrary,  rose  quickly  from  her  seat,  bowed,  and 
then,  without  ever  taking  her  eyes  off  the  count's  face,  be- 
gan to  tell  him  of  his  extraordinary  likeness  to  his  father. 
Then  she  introduced  her  daughter  to  him,  and  gave  hin? 
some  tea  and  preserves  and  home-made  marmalade. 


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TWO  GENERATIONS. 


No  one  paid  any  attention  to  Polozoff,  the  sub-lieuten- 
ant. He  shyly  congratulated  himself  about  this,  as  it  left 
him  at  liberty  to  gaze  at  his  ease  at  Lisanka,  for  whose 
beauty  he  had  been  quite  unprepared. 

The  old  uncle,  as  he  sat  listening  to  the  conversation  be- 
tween his  sister  and  the  count,  sought  for  opportunities  to 
interpolate  some  of  his  ancient  reminiscences.  Tourbine 
smoked  his  cigar,  as  he  drank  his  tea,  and  it  was  as  much 
as  Lisanka  could  do  to  keep  from  coughing.  The  young 
man  made  himself  very  agreeable,  however,  and  talked 
with  a deal  of  animation.  He  very  frequently  interrupted 
Anna  Feodorovna,  and  soon  monopolized  the  conversation. 
There  was  one  thing  that  seemed  a little  strange  to  his 
hosts.  He  occasionally  let  slip  some  words  which  were  a 
trifle  broad  and  free  for  the  scrupulous  circle  in  which  he 
found  himself.  They  quite  alarmed  Anna  Feodorovna, 
and  made  Lisanka  blush  to  the  roots  of  her  hair. 

The  count,  however,  did  not  appear  to  notice  the  effect 
of  his  words.  He  calmly  went  on  talking  in  his  placidly 
bright  fashion.  Lizanka  silently  poured  out  the  tea, 
and  instead  of  giving  the  cups  into  the  hands  of  the  guests, 
she  set  them  down  close  to  them.  She  had  not  yet  re- 
covered from  her  agitation,  and  she  was  listening  eagerly 
to  the  count's  talk. 

His  stories  and  the  little  pauses  that  occurred  in  the 
conversation,  gradually  restored  the  young  girl's  coolness. 
She  did  not  hear  the  sensible  remarks  which  she  had  ex- 
pected from  the  count,  and  s^e  did  not  find  that  graceful- 
ness about  him  which  she  had  hoped  for.  As  she  handed 
him  his  third  cup  of  tea,  she  ventured  with  emboldened 


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eyes  to  glance  at  him;  he  kept  his  gaze  fixed  upon  her,  and 
looked  at  her  smilingly  as  he  talked.  Then  she  even  felt  a 
touch  of  hostility  against  him,  and  was  almost  inclined  to 
think  that  he  not  only  failed  to  possess  any  extraordinary 
merit,  but  that  he  was  not  even  in  any  way  superior  to 
those  whom  she  had  hitherto  known,  and  that  there  was 
really  nothing  in  him  to  be  afraid  of.  She  could  see  noth- 
ing but  his  tapering  fingers  and  carefully  trimmed  nails 
that  was  in  any  way  exceptional. 

Lisanka  then  grew  quite  at  her  ease,  not,  however,  with- 
out feeling  some  regret  for  her  unrealized  dream.  How- 
ever, she  suddenly  became  aware  that  the  sub-lieutenant 
was  gazing  at  her,  and  that  disturbed  her  a little.  “ Per- 
haps it  is  he,  and  not  the  other  one/’  she  thought. 


After  tea,  Anna  Feodorovna  conducted  her  guests  into 
another  room,  and  sat  down  in  her  customary  place. 
C£  Perhaps  you  would  like  to  go  and  rest,  count?”  she  said. 
Tourbine  replied  that  he  had  no  desire  to  do  so. 

“ What  shall  I do,  then,  to  amuse  you,  my  dear 
friends?”  continued  Anna  Feodorovna.  “ Do  you  play 
cards,  count?  YouTl  be  glad  to  take  a hand,  won't  you, 
brother?” 

“ But  you  will  play  yourself,  won't  you,  sister?”  replied 
the  old  gentleman.  “ Let  us  all  play  together.  What  do 
you  say,  count,  and  you,  sir?” 

The  officers  expressed  their  willingness  to  do  whatever 


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their  hosts  liked.  Lisanka  then  went  off  to  her  room  to 
find  a pack  of  cards  which  she  used  for  purposes  of  divina- 
tion whenever  she  wished  to  know  whether  her  mother’s  : 
cold  would  soon  pass  away,  or  whether  her  uncle  would  be 
late  in  returning  from  the  town,  or  whether  some  neigh-  ] 
boring  friend  would  return  her  call.  She  had  had  these 
cards  for  a couple  of  months,  but  they  were  cleaner  than 
the  pack  which  Anna  Feodorovna  habitually  used. 

“ However,  perhaps  you  don’t  care  to  play  for  small 
stakes,  gentleman?”  the  old  uncle  now  remarked.  “ Anna 
Feodorovna  and  I always  play  for  half  copecks,  and  she 
always  wins.  ” 

“ Oh,  whatever  you  like!”  replied  the  count. 

“ Well,  we’ll  play  for  copecks,  as  we’ve  got  our  friends 
here.  I’m  sure  they’ll  beat  an  old  woman  like  me,”  re- 
marked Anna  Feodorovna,  sitting  down  in  her  arm-chair 
and  arranging  the  folds  of  her  mantilla. 

“ Perhaps  1 shall  win,”  she  thought,  for,  with  increas- 
ing age,  she  had  begun  to  feel  something  of  a passion  for 
play. 

“ Shall  I show  you  how  to  play  at  ‘ Misery?’  It  is  a 
very  amusing  game,”  said  Tourbine. 

This  was  a new  game,  then  very  fashionable  at  St. 
Petersburg,  and  the  proposal  pleased  every  one.  The  old 
uncle  asserted  that  he  knew  the  game  very  well,  and  that 
it  was  extremely  like  Boston,  though  he  was  afraid,  he  con- 
fessed, that  he  had  forgotten  some  of  the  rules.  Anna 
Feodorovna  knew  nothing  at  all  about  it,  and  it  was  only 
after  some  long  explanations  that  she  smiled  and  nodded 
her  head  approvingly,  remarking  that  she  now  understood 


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everything  quite  well,  and  that  it  was  all  perfectly  clear  to 
her. 

There  was,  consequently,  a good  deal  of  laughter  when, 
after  this  assertion,  Anna  Feodorovna,  with  merely  an  ace 
and  a king,  called  out  “ Misery!”  Then  she  grew  con- 
fused, and  smiled,  and  at  last  acknowledged  that  she  had 
not  quite  got  into  the  game  as  yet.  Her  losses  were  jotted 
down,  however,  by  the  count,  who  carefully  marked  all  the 
points.  He  himself  played  with  great  skill  and  calcula- 
tion, and  did  not  appear  to  understand  the  jogs  which  the 
sub-lieutenant  gave  him,  or  the  motive  of  the  gross  errors 
of  play  perpetrated  by  the  young  officer. 

Lisanka  brought  in  some  marmalade,  three  sorts  of  pre- 
serves, and  stewed  apples,  and  then  stood  behind  her  moth- 
er’s chair,  watching  the  play,  and  casting  rapid  glances  at 
the  officers,  especially  at  the  count,  who,  with  his  white 
fingers  tipped  with  rosy  nails,  was  handling  and  playing 
his  cards  in  a manner  which  was  full  of  confidence  and 
grace,  and  told  of  long  experience. 

Anna  Feodorovna  soon  lost  her  head  again,  and,  out- 
staking  the  others,  she  lost  three  times  hi  succession;  and 
when  her  brother  asked  her  to  jot  down  the  points,  she 
seemed  quite  put  out. 

“ Oh,  that’s  nothing,  mother;  you’ll  win  it  all  back 
again,”  said  Lisanka,  with  a smile,  trying  to  extricate  her 
mother  from  her  foolish  position. 

“ You  must  come  and  help  me,  Lisanka,”  rejoined  the 
old  lady,  casting  a nervous  look  at  her  daughter.  “ I do 
nothing  but  lose.  ” 

“ But  I’m  afraid  I know  no  more  about  it  than  you  do,” 


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replied  Lisanka,  making  a mental  calculation  of  what  her 
mother  had  lost.  “ You  will  lose  a great  deal  if  you  go  on  3 
playing  like  that,  and  then  you  won’t  have  even  sufficient 
money  left  you  to  buy  a new  dress  for  Pimotchka,”  she 
continued,  jokingly. 

“ Yes,  indeed,  one  might  lose  as  much  as  ten  roubles  in 
that  way,  ” said  the  sub-lieutenant,  filing  his  eyes  upon 
Lisanka,  and  obviously  desiring  to  engage  her  in  conversa- 
tion. 


“ But  aren’t  we  playing  for  bank  roubles?”  asked  Anna 
Feodorovna,  glancing  round  at  everybody. 

“ I don’t  know,  I’m  sure,  what  we  are  playing  for.  I 
don’t  know  how  you  reckon  in  bank  roubles,”  rejoined  the 
count.  “ How  much  is  a bank  rouble?” 

“But  no  one  counts  in  bank  roubles  now,”  remarked 
the  uncle,  who  happened  to  be  in  luck. 

Anna  Feodorovna  now  ordered  some  champagne  to  be 
brought;  then  she  herself  drank  off  a couple  of  glasses  of 
red  wine,  and  seemed  to  abandon  herself  to  fortune.  A 
tress  of  her  hair  had  escaped  from  under  her  cap,  but  she 
made  no  attempt  to  restore  it  to  its  proper  place.  She  felt; 
as  though  she  had  lost  millions  and  was  altogether  ruined. 
The  sub-lieutenant  jogged  his  companion  under  the  table 
more  frequently  than  before,  but  the  count  paid  no  atten- 
tion, continuing  to  note  down  the  poor  woman’s  losses  with 
scrupulous  exactitude.  At  last  they  rose  up  from  the 
table,  despite  Anna  Feodorovna’s  evident  terror  as  to  her 
total  losses,  and  her  efforts  to  prove  that  the  points  ought 
to  be  altered,  as  she  had  been  under  a mistake.  She  was 
declared  to  have  lost  nine  hundred  and  twenty  points. 


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€i  That  makes  nine  bank  roubles,  doesn't  it?"  she  re- 
peated several  times.  She  could  not  grasp  the  full  extent 
of  her  losses,  and  her  brother  was  obliged  to  explain  to  her 
that  she  had  lost  thirty-two  and  a half  bank  roubles,  and 
that  it  was  absolutely  necessary  that  she  should  pay 
them. 

The  count  did  not  even  count  his  winnings,  but,  as  soon 
as  the  play  was  over,  he  went  up  to  the  window  near  which 
Lisanka  was  setting  out  some  cold  meats  and  pickled  mush- 
rooms for  supper,  and  then  he  calmly  and  immediately  did 
that  which  the  sub-lieutenant  had  been  vainly  trying  to 
accomplish  all  the  evening.  He  entered  into  conversation 
with  the  young  girl,  taking  the  weather  as  a preliminary 
subject. 

In  the  meantime  Polozoff  found  himself  in  a very  un- 
pleasant position.  Anna  Feodorovna  plainly  manifested 
her  annoyance,  now  that  the  count  had  risen  from  the 
card-table.  Lisanka  was  no  longer  near  by  to  restrain  her 
mother  from  giving  vent  to  her  vexation  and  bad  temper. 

“ I'm  very  sorry,  I'm  sure,  that  we  have  been  the  cause 
of  your  losing  so  much,"  remarked  Polozoff,  for  want  of 
something  better  to  say.  “ It  makes  me  feel  quite 
ashamed. " 

“ I believe  you  invented  the  game  yourselves!  I never 
heard  of  it  before!"  exclaimed  Anna  Feodorovna.  “ How 
much  have  I lost  in  bank  roubles?"  she  again  demanded. 

“ Thirty-two  roubles  and  a half,"  replied  the  old  gentle- 
man, whose  winnings  had  put  him  in  a good  humor. 
“ Pay  the  money,  my  little  sister,  pay  the  money." 

“ Yes,  I will  pay  it,  but  you'll  never  get  anything  more 


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out  of  me  in  that  way.  I shall  not  be  able  to  make  it  up 
all  the  rest  of  my  life.” 

Anna  Feodoroyna  then  went  off  to  her  bedroom,  coming 
back  shortly  afterward  with  merely  nine  bank  roubles  in 
her  hand,  and  it  was  only  upon  the  pressing  insistence  of 
her  brother  that  she  at  last  resigned  herself  to  pay  the  full 
amount  of  her  losses. 

Polozoff  felt  somewhat  afraid  that  Anna  Feodoroyna 
would  say  something  unpleasant  to  him  if  he  began  to  talk 
to  her  again,  and  so,  without  making  any  further  remark, 
he  retired  to  the  open  window  where  Lisanka  and  the 
count  were  conversing. 

Two  candles  had  been  placed  upon  the  supper-table,  and 
their  flames  flickered  every  now  and  then  in  the  warm 
breeze  of  the  May  night.  Through  the  window  one  could 
see  the  garden  bathed  in  a light  which  was  very  different 
from  that  which  streamed  from  the  room.  The  full  moon 
had  quite  lost  its  yellowish  tinge.  It  threw  the  tops  of  the 
tall  lime-trees  into  relief,  and  its  pale  glow  flooded  the  fleecy 
white  clouds  which  for  a moment  occasionally  veiled  its 
orb.  The  frogs  were  croaking  in  the  pond,  of  which  the 
ruffled  silvery  surface  could  be  seen  gleaming  through  the 
trees.  A few  birds  were  flitting  about  among  the  branches 
of  a lilac- tree  which  grew  just  beneath  the  window,  gently 
shaking  its  moist  perfumed  blossoms. 

“ What  a lovely  evening!”  the  count  had  exclaimed,  as 
he  came  up  to  Lisanka. 

Then  he  seated  himself  on  the  widow-sill. 

“ You  walk  out  a good  deal,  I suppose?”  he  continued. 

“ Yes,”  answered  Lisanka,  who  no  longer  felt  any  con- 


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fusion  in  talking  to  the  count.  “ I go  out  at  seven  o’clock 
every  morning  to  get  the  things  which  are  required  for  the 
house,  with  Pimotchka,  who  is  my  mother’s  adopted 
daughter.  ” 

“ A country-life  is  very  pleasant,”  remarked  the  young 
man,  sticking  his  eyeglass  into  his  eye,  and  looking  alter- 
nately at  the  garden  and  at  Lisanka.  “ Do  you  ever  go 
out  in  the  evenings,  by  moonlight?” 

“ Not  now;  but  formerly  my  uncle  and  I used  to  take  a 
walk  every  moonlighted  night.  He  was  then  suffering  from 
a strange  complaint,  insomnia.  When  the  moon  was  shin- 
ing he  was  quite  unable  to  go  to  sleep.  The  window  of 
his  room  is  a low  one  and  looks  on  to  the  garden,  and  the 
moon  shines  full  upon  it.  ” . 

“ Ah,  then,  this  room  isn’t  yours?”  remarked  the 
count. 

“ No,  it  is  only  mine  for  to-night.  You  have  got  my 
room.” 

iC  Really!  I shall,  indeed,  never  be  able  to  forgive  my- 
self for  the  inconvenience  which  I have  caused  you,”  re- 
joined the  count,  letting  his  eyeglass  drop  as  a proof  of  his 
sincerity.  “ If  I had  only  known — ” 

“ On  the  contrary,  indeed,  I am  very  glad  of  the  change. 
My  uncle’s  room  is  so  cheerful,  and  the  window  is  so  low. 
I shall  sit  by  it  before  going  to  bed,  and  I dare  say  I shall 
take  a little  turn  in  the  garden.” 

“ What  a delicious  little  maid!”  thought  the  count,  re- 
placing his  glass  in  his  eye,  and  contemplating  the  young 
girl.  As  he  sat  down  again  on  the  ledge  of  the  window  he 
just  touched  her  foot  with  his  own.  “ How  cleverly  she 


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has  let  me  understand  that  I may  see  her  again  to-night, 
either  in  the  garden  or  at  this  window,"  he  thought. 

Lisanka  lost  the  greater  part  of  her  charm  in  the  count's 
eyes  as  soon  as  it  appeared  to  him  that  she  was  so  easily  to 
be  won. 

“ How  delightful/'  he  next  said,  looking  at  the  secluded 
and  shady  walks,  “ to  spend  an  evening  in  this  garden  with 
one  one  loves!"  Lisanka  appeared  slightly  confused  by 
this  remark,  and  her  confusion  was  increased  by  the  count 
again  touching  her  foot  with  his  own.  Before  she  had 
allowed  herself  time  to  think  of  what  she  was  going  to  say, 
she  began  to  speak  in  the  hope  of  concealing  her  embar- 
rassment. 

“Yes,  it  is  very  delightful  to  stroll  about  in  the  moon- 
light," she  said. 

She  was  now  beginning  to  feel  a disagreeable  impression. 
She  placed  the  cover  on  the  jar  of  pickled  mushrooms,  and 
was  about  to  leave  the  window  when  the  sub-lieutenant 
came  up.  Wishing  to  see  how  the  latter  would  conduct 
himself  toward  her,  she  then  remained  where  she  was. 

“ What  a lovely  evening!"  remarked  the  young 
officer. 

“ Is  the  weather  the  only  thing  they  can  talk  about,  I 
wonder?"  thought  Lisanka. 

“What  a beautiful  view  you  have  from  here!"  con- 
tinued Polozoff.  “ Only  always  seeing  the  same  tiling 
must  grow  a little  monotonous,  I suppose,"  he  added, 
feeling  that  in  saying  so  he  was  shocking  the  others;  but, 
somehow  or  other,  he  experienced  a pleasure  in  setting 
himself  in  opposition  to  them 


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“ What  makes  you  think  that?''  rejoined  Lisanka. 
“ An  eternal  month  of  May  or  a dress  that  never  wore  out 
might,  perhaps,  grow  to  weary  one,  but  a beautiful  garden 
— never!  Especially  when  we  can  have  such  lovely  moon- 
light walks  here.  From  the  window  of  my  uncle's  room 
we  can  see  the  pond  quite  plainly,  and  I mean  to  have  a 
long  look  at  it  to-night. " 

“ You  have  no  nightingales,  have  you?"  now  asked  the 
count,  annoyed  that  Polozoff's  arrival  had  prevented  him 
from  getting  more  definite  particulars  as  to  the  time  and 
place  of  meeting. 

“ Oh,  yes!  indeed,  we  have  them  constantly  about  in  the 
garden.  Last  year  the  man-servant  caught  one,  and  only 
last  week  there  was  one  singing  beautifully,  but  unfortu- 
nately the  watchman  frightened  it  as  he  passed  by  with  his 
rattle,  and  it  has  gone  away.  Three  years  ago,  however, 
my  uncle  and  I heard  one  singing  for  hours  in  one  of  the 
sheltered  walks.  " 

“ What  is  this  little  prattler  talking  to  you  about?"  now 
said  the  old  gentleman,  coming  up  to  the  young  people. 
“ Are  you  ready  for  something  to  eat?" 

After  supper,  during  which  the  count  highly  praised  all 
tlie  dishes,  and  showed  a hearty  appetite,  thereby  soothing 
his  hostess's  ill-temper  to  some  little  extent,  the  two  offi- 
cers took  their  leave  and  retired  to  their  room.  The 
count  first  pressed  the  old  gentleman's  hand,  then  Anna 
Feodorovna's,  but  without  kissing  it,  to  the  good  lady's 
great  astonishment,  and  then,  last  of  all,  Lisanka's,  gaz- 
ing, as  he  did  so,  into  the  young  girl's  eyes,  and  smiled 

pleasantly.  His  glance  filled  her  with  embarrassment. 

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“ He  is  very  good-looking,”  she  thought,  “ but  he  is  too 
much  wrapped  up  in  himself.” 


VI. 

“ Really,  aren't  you  ashamed  of  yourself?”  said  Polo- 
zoff,  when  the  two  officers  were  alone  again  in  their  room. 
“ I played  purposely  so  as  to  lose,  and  I kept  nudging  you 
so  that  you  might  do  the  same.  You  ought  to  be  ashamed 
of  yourself!  The  old  lady  is  quite  put  out  about  it.  ” 

The  count  broke  out  into  a loud  laugh.  “ What  a 
funny  old  woman  she  is,  and  how  angry  she  got,  didn't 
she?”  said  he. 

Then  he  began  to  laugh  so  merrily  again  that  his  man, 
Johann,  who  was  standing  near  him,  turned  aside  so  that 
he  might  be  able  to  join  in  his  master's  hilarity  without 
being  observed. 

“ And  so  I'm  the  son  of  an  old  friend  of  the  family,” 
continued  Tourbine,  still  laughing.  “Ah!  ah!  ah!” 

“ It's  all  very  well  for  you  to  laugh  in  that  way,  but  it 
really  wasn't  right,”  said  the  sub -lieutenant.  “ I felt 
quite  sorry  for  her.  ” 

“What  nonsense!  You  are  young  and  foolish.  Did 
you  expect  me  to  lose?  Why  should  I?  I used  to  lose 
quite  sufficiently  in  the  days  when  I didn't  know  how  to 
play.  You  must  learn  to  take  a practical  view  of  life,  and 
not  remain  a simpleton  forever.  ” 

Polozoff  said  nothing  further.  He  wished  to  remain 
alone  with  the  image  of  Lisanka,  who  seemed  to  him  a 
being  of  perfect  purity  and  perfect  beauty.  He  undressed 


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himself  and  lay  down  in  the  snowy,,  downy  bed  which  had 
been  prepared  for  him. 

“ What  vain  folly  all  this  military  glory  is!”  he  thought, 
as  he  looked  at  the  window,  curtained  by  the  shawl, 
through  which  the  pale  moonlight  was  struggling.  “ It 
would  be  a truly  happy  life  to  live  in  some  peaceful  spot 
like  this  with  a pretty,  unambitious,  intelligent  woman. 
That  is  the  only  true  and  lasting  happiness.” 

However,  he  said  nothing  of  his  thoughts  to  his  compan- 
ion, and  he  never  even  mentioned  the  young  girks  name, 
though  he  felt  quite  sure  that  the  counts  mind  was  as 
much  occupied  with  her  as  his  own  was. 

“ Why  don't  you  undress  and  get  into  bed?”  he  sudden- 
ly asked  Tourbine,  who  was  pacing  about  the  room. 

“ I don't  feel  inclined  for  sleep  yet  awhile.  Blow  the 
candle  out  if  you  like.  I can  get  into  bed  without  a light.” 

Then  the  count  began  to  pace  about  again. 

“I  don't  feel  inclined  for  sleep  yet,”  Polozoff  repeated 
mentally.  He  was  more  than  ever  under  the  count's  in- 
fluence, and  yet  he  felt  more  than  ever  inclined  to  rebel 
against  that  influence.  “I  can  guess,”  he  continued, 
mentally  addressing  Tourbine,  “ I can  guess  very  well 
what  thoughts  are  passing  through  that  pomaded  head  of 
yours  just  now.  I could  see  that  she  took  your  fancy,  but 
you  are  not  capable  of  understanding  that  pure  and  simple- 
minded  creature.  What  you  want  is  a Mina,  a Mina  and  a 
pair  of  colonel's  epaulets.  I'll  ask  him  if  he  liked  her, 
though.  ” 

The  sub-lieutenant  then  turned  toward  the  count,  but 
suddenly  he  thought  better  of  his  intention  to  question 


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him.  He  realized  that  he  would  be  incapable  of  discussing 
the  subject  if  he  found  that  the  count  really  looked  upon 
Lisanka  in  the  light  that  he  fancied  he  did;  and  that  he 
would  indeed  be  quite  unable  to  speak  of  her  at  alb  so  com- 
pletely did  he  feel  himself  subject  to  Tourbine’s  influence, 
though  it  grew  more  painful  and  irksome  every  day. 

“ Where  are  you  going?”  he  asked,  as  he  saw  the  count 
take  up  his  cigar-case  and  walk  toward  the  door. 

“ I’m  just  going  down  to  the  stables  to  see  if  everything 
is  all  right. ” 

“ That’s  a strange  idea!”  thought  Polozoff.  However, 
he  put  out  the  candle,  and,  trying  to  suppress  his  foolish 
jealousy  of  his  companion,  he  turned  his  face  to  the 
wall. 

In  the  meantime  Anna  Feodorovna  having  crossed  her- 
self, gave,  according  to  her  custom,  an  affectionate  kiss  to 
her  brother,  her  daughter,  and  her  adopted  daughter,  and 
then  retired  to  her  own  room. 

Not  for  a long  time  had  the  poor  old  lady  experienced  so 
many  and  such  strong  emotions  in  one  day.  She  could 
not  say  her  prayers  with  her  accustomed  serenity.  She 
could  not  free  her  mind  of  the  thought  of  the  late  count, 
and  of  the  young  dandy  who  had  so  shamelessly  plundered 
her.  She  proceeded  to  undress  herself,  however,  drank  the 
half  glass  of  cider  which  had  been  placed  for  her  upon  a 
side-table,  and  then  got  into  bed.  Her  pet  cat  had  glided 
softly  into  the  room,  and  Anna  Feodorovna  began  to  fondle 
it  and  listen  to  it  purring,  for  she  could  not  go  to  sleep. 

“ It  must  be  the  cat  which  is  keeping  me  awake!”  she 
suddenly  said  to  herself,  driving  away  the  animal,  which 


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first  fell  lightly  on  to  the  floor,,  and  then,  gently  shaking 
its  bushy  tail,  sprung  upon  the  stove. 

Anna  Feodor ovna’s  maid,  who  was  to  sleep  on  the  floor, 
now  came  into  the  room  with  her  mattress,  and  extin- 
guished the  candle  after  previously  lighting  a night-light. 
Anna  listened  to  the  girl  snoring,  but  sleep  still  refused  to 
come  to  her  and  calm  her  overexcited  imagination.  As 
soon  as  she  closed  her  eyes  the  image  of  the  hussar  rose  up 
before  her,  and,  when  she  opened  them  again,  the  glimmer 
of  the  night-light  seemed  to  endow  the  different  objects  in 
the  room  with  a fantastic  likeness  of  the  count.  The 
warmth  of  her  feather  bed  oppressed  her,  and  the  tick-tack 
of  the  time-piece  on  the  table  at  her  side  irritated  her,  as 
did  also  the  snoring  of  her  maid.  At  last  she  awoke  Ous- 
tiouchka,  and  ordered  her  to  give  over  snoring.  Then  her 
thoughts  again  reverted  to  her  daughter,  the  late  count 
and  his  son,  and  the  preference  which  the  former  had 
shown  for  her.  Again  she  danced  with  him,  and  saw  her- 
self with  the  white,  plump  shoulders  of  former  days,  feel- 
ing the  pressure  of  Tourbine^s  kisses  upon  her  soft  skin; 
then  suddenly  she  beheld  her  daughter  in  the  arms  of  the 
young  count. 

Oustiouchka  now  began  to  snore  again. 

“No,  things  are  no  longer  what  they  used  to  be!” 
mused  Anna  Feodorovna.  “ There  are  no  such  people 
now  as  there  were  once!  The  other  count  was  ready  to 
throw  himself  into  the  fire  for  me,  and  I was  well  worthy 
of  him!  But  this  one,  I dare  say,  is  sleeping  soundly  like 
a booby,  happy  in  the  thought  of  his  winnings  to-night, 
instead  of  dreaming  of  love.  His  father  cried  to  me  on  his 


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knees,  ‘ What  do  you  wish  me  to  do?  I will  kill  myself 
here  on  the  spot,  if  you  wish  it!*  And  he  would  have 
killed  himself  if  I had  merely  bid  him  do  so.** 

Suddenly  a sound  of  muffled  footsteps  was  heard  in  the 
corridor,  and  Lisanka,  pale  and  trembling — covered  only 
with  a shawl — hurriedly  entered  her  mother*s  room,  and 
almost  fell  upon  the  bed. 

After  bidding  her  mother  good-night,  the  young  girl 
had  gone  into  her  uncle*s  room.  She  had  there  put  on  a 
white  dressing-cape,  and  covered  her  thick  hair  with  a vol- 
uminous handkerchief.  Then  she  blew  out  the  candle, 
opened  the  window,  and  kneeling  upon  a chair,  sat  dream- 
ily looking  at  the  pond,  which  was  sparkling  in  the  silvery 
rays  of  the  moon.  All  her  habitual  occupations  now  ap- 
peared to  her  in  a different  light  than  usual.  Her  capri- 
cious old  mother,  her  unreflecting  love  for  whom  had  be- 
come part  of  her  very  soul;  her  dear  and  cherished  old 
uncle;  the  servants,  the  moujiks  who  adored  her,  the  cows 
and  the  calves;  all  the  natural  beauty  which  had  died  and 
come  to  life  again  so  many  times,  and  in  the  midst  of 
which  her  love  for  others  and  the  love  of  others  for  her  had 
grown  and  increased;  all  the  surroundings  and  associations 
which  had  filled  her  soul  with  such  peaceful  tranquillity, 
all  these  suddenly  seemed  to  her  something  quite  different 
from  what  they  had  been.  They  now  seemed  monotonous 
and  unsatisfying.  It  was  just  as  though  some  one  had 
suddenly  said  to  her:  “You  are  a little  goose!  For  twenty 
years  you  have  lived  satisfied  with  childish  amusements, 
you  have  been  useful  to  others,  perhaps,  but  you  have 
known  nothing  of  life,  nothing  of  real  happiness  V* 


TWO  GENERATIONS. 


97 


She  gave  herself  up  to  thoughts  like  these  as  she  sat  gaz- 
ing into  the  depths  of  the  garden,  which  the  fairy-like  light 
of  the  moon  was  flooding  with  a brighter  glow  than  ever. 
Whence  came  these  thoughts?  Certainly  not,  one  would 
imagine,  from  sudden  love  for  the  count;  for,  on  the  con- 
trary, he  had  displeased  her,  and  she  had  been  more  favor- 
ably inclined  toward  the  sub-lieutenant.  But  the  latter 
was  plain,  poor,  and  taciturn;  and,  in  spite  of  herself, 
Lisanka  forgot  all  about  him,  whereas  the  count's  face  ever 
presented  itself  to  her  mind. 

4 6 But  no,  it  isn't  that,"  she  thought. 

The  standard  of  her  ideal  was  still  further  heightened  by 
the  beauty  of  the  evening,  the  peaceful  silence  of  which 
seemed  to  enhance  the  serene  majesty  of  nature.  She 
wished  this  ideal  she  was  thinking  of  to  be  pure  and  un- 
blemished, proof  against  all  commonplace  frivolities  and 
taint  of  sin.  * 

Hitherto  her  isolation  and  the  absence  of  any  one  likely 
to  think  about  her  had  caused  her  capacities  for  love,  those 
capacities  with  which  Providence  has  impartially  endowed 
all  of  us,  to  remain  dormant  and  unaroused.  Now,  how- 
ever, she  began  to  feel  that  she  had  lived  too  long  that 

dreamy  life  of  which  one  becomes  sadly  conscious  when  one 

* 

awakes  to  the  knowledge  of  possessing  a heart  capable  of 
joyous  and  unbounded  love. 

“ Can  it  really  be,"  she  wondered  to  herself,  “ that  I 
have  lost  my  youth  and  missed  my  happiness,  and  that  I 
shall  never  know  it  now,  never,  never?  Can  it  really  be 
so?" 

As  she  thus  reflected  she  raised  her  eyes  to  heaven. 


98  TWO  GENERATIONS. 

Fleecy  white  clouds  were  skimming  over  the  clear  sky  on 
high,  veiling  the  stars  as  they  drifted  onward  toward  the 
moon. 

“ If  that  little  white  cloud  above  the  others  passes  over 
the  moon,  then  I shall  know  that  it  is  so,”  she  said  to  her- 
self. 

A long  narrow  white  band  covered  the  lower  half  of  the 
satellite’s  disk,  and  gradually  the  grass  passed  into  deeper 
and  deeper  shade.  The  tops  of  the  lime-trees  were  still 
illuminated,  but  the  black  shadows  of  the  trees  reflected  in 
the  pond  were  becoming  more  and  more  indistinct.  As 
though  in  harmony  with  the  mournful  gloom  that  had 
fallen  over  the  scene,  a gentle  breeze  murmured  sadly  past, 
softly  stirring  the  trees  and  wafting  toward  the  window  an 
odor  of  damp  leaves,  moist  earth,  and  lilac  blossom. 

“ No,  it  is  not  so,”  she  said,  trying  to  reassure  herself. 
“ If  the  nightingale  sings  to-night,  then  I shall  be  sure 
that  my  thoughts  have  been  only  so  *much  nonsense,  and 
that  I am  foolish  to  lose  hope. 99 

For  a long  time  the  young  girl  sat  silently  by  the  win- 
dow. The  sky  was  now  flooded  with  the  moonlight  again, 
and  the  face  of  nature  was  once  more  bright  and  beautiful; 
though  every  now  and  then  the  drifting  clouds  kept  eclips- 
ing the  moon  and  plunging  the  garden  into  gloom. 

Lisanka  soon  began  to  feel  drowsy  as  she  sat  by  the  open 
window.  She  was  suddenly  awakened,  however,  by  the 
trills  of  the  nightingale,  which  the  gleaming  surface  of  the 
lake  seemed  to  reflect  as  with  a long  sustained  echo.  She 
opened  her  eyes.  Thrilled  with  indescribable  happiness, 
she  felt  as  if  her  whole  soul  were  regenerated  by  this  mys- 


TWO  GENERATIONS. 


99 


terious  communion  with  nature,  which  spread  itself  out  be- 
fore her  in  all  its  serene  tranquillity.  She  leaned  on  her 
elbows,  and  a sensation  of  soft  languid  sadness  pervaded 
her  heart.  , Tears  of  a pure  generous  love  which  yearned 
for  satisfaction,  kind  consoling  tears  filled  her  eyes.  She 
laid  her  hands  on  the  window-sill,  and  then  let  her  head 
drop  down  upon  them.  Words  of  loving  prayer  rose  spon- 
taneously from  her  heart  to  her  lips,  and,  as  she  prayed, 
her  moistened  eyes  closed  in  sleep. 

The  touch  of  a hand  upon  her  own,  thrilling  her  with  a 
soft  pleasant  sensation,  awoke  her.  All  at  once  this  hand 
squeezed  hers  more  tightly,  and  suddenly  roused  her  to  a 
full  consciousness  of  what  was  passing.  She  uttered  a 
scream,  sprung  up  from  her  chair,  and  then,  still  trying  to 
make  herself  believe  that  it  was  not  really  the  count  whom 
she  had  seen  standing  in  front  of  her  in  the  full  moonlight, 
she  darted  out  of  the  room. 


VII. 

It  was  really  the  count.  However,  the  hoarse  cough  of 
the  night  watchman  sounded  behind  the  hedge,  as  though 
in  answer  to  the  young  girFs  cry,  and  Tourbine,  feeling 
like  a surprised  thief,  fled  away  and  plunged  into  the  ob- 
scurity of  the  garden. 

“ What  a fool  I am!”  he  suddenly  exclaimed  to  himself. 
“ I frightened  her.  I ought  not  to  have  been  so  sudden. 
I ought  to  have  aroused  her  gently  by  soft  words,  clumsy 
idiot  that  I am!” 

Then  he  stood  still  and  listened.  The  watchman  en- 


100 


TWO  GENERATIONS. 


tered  the  garden  through  a little  gate,  dragging  his  staff 
over  the  graveled  walks.  The  count  realized  that  he  must 
conceal  himself,  and  he  went  down  toward  the  pond.  The 
grasshoppers  startled  him  by  their  jumping.  Careless  of 
wetting  his  legs,  he  crouched  down,  and  all  the  incidents  of 
the  past  few  minutes  crowded  upon  his  mind.  He  thought 
of  how  he  had  got  over  the  hedge  and  looked  about  for  the 
window.  Then  he  had  seen  a white  figure.  Several  times 
he  had  retired  upon  hearing  slight  noises;  and  then,  an- 
noyed at  having  to  wait  so  long,  he  had  mentally  re- 
proached the  young  girl  for  this  delay  in  keeping  her 
appointment,  an  appointment  which  he  had  never  ex- 
pected her  to  make  so  readily.  He  had  fancied  that  per- 
haps her  rustic  shyness  made  her  feign  sleep,  and  so  he  had 
resolved  to  approach  her.  Then  he  had  suddenly  fled 
away  again,  but  a moment  or  two  afterward,  feeling 
ashamed  of  his  cowardice,  he  had  retraced  his  steps  and 
had  touched  her  hand. 

The  watchman’s  cough  again  sounded  along  the  walks 
of  the  garden,  and  then  the  little  gate  creaked  on  its  hinges 
as  he  went  away.  Lisanka’s  window  was  now  closed  and 
the  blind  drawn  down.  This  caused  the  count  intense 
vexation.  He  would  have  given  a deal  to  be  able  to  begin 
over  again.  He  would  not  show  such  stupidity  a second 
time,  he  thought  to  himself. 

“What  a charming  girl  she  is !”  he  reflected.  “Such 
freshness!  She  is  very,  very  charming,  and  I have  let  her 
escape  me!  Fool  that  I am!” 

He  gave  up  all  thoughts  of  returning  to  bed,  and  strode 
off  straight  ahead  along  the  avenue  of  lime-trees,  careless 


TWO  GENERATIONS. 


101 


of  where  he  was  going,  but  walking  with  an  energetic  stride 
that  betrayed  his  annoyance.  However,  even  to  him  this 
peaceful  night  imparted  some  portion  of  its  soothing 
charm,  and  his  irritation  speedily  gave  way  to  a kind  of 
tranquil  sadness  and  a longing  for  a pure  love. 

The  clayey  path,  dotted  here  and  there  with  little  tufts 
of  grass,  was  illuminated  wherever  the  moon's  rays  could 
pierce  through  the  thick  foliage.  Several  bent  trunks, 
coated  with  green  moss,  caught  the  moonbeams  full  on  the 
side;  and  a gentle  rustle  sighed  through  all  the  silvered 
leaves. 

All  lights  and  sounds  had  now  died  away  in  the  house; 
only  the  nightingale  could  be  heard  filling  the  bright 
silence  with  its  song. 

“Heavens!  what  a lovely  night!  what  a lovely  night!" 
thought  the  count,  as  he  inhaled  the  scented  freshness  of 
the  garden.  “ I feel  a sort  of  regretful  feeling,"  he  add- 
ed, “ as  though  I were  discontented  with  others  and  with 
myself  too;  as  though  I were  dissatisfied  with  the  whole  of 
my  life.  Oh,  what  a charming  girl  she  is!  Perhaps  I 
have  really  vexed  her." 

The  count's  thoughts  now  grew  somewhat  confused,  and 
he  had  visions  of  himself  and  the  young  provincial  beauty 
standing  in  the  garden  in  the  strangest  and  most  varied  at- 
titudes.  Then  his  dear  Mina's  image  took  the  place  of 
Lisanka's. 

“ What  an  idiot  I am!  It  would  have  been  so  easy  for 
me  to  put  my  arm  round  her  waist  and  kiss  her!"  he 
thought,  and  then,  full  of  sorrowful  regret,  he  returned  to 
his  room. 


102 


TWO  GENERATIONS. 


Polozoff  was  not  yet  asleep.  On  hearing  the  count  enter, 
he  at  once  turned  toward  him. 

“ Aren’t  you  asleep  yet,  Tourbine?” 

“No.” 

“ Shall  I tell  you  what  has  happened  to  me?” 

“Yes.” 

“ Perhaps  I had  better  not  say  anything  about  it,  though. 
Well,  never  mind.  I’ll  tell  you.  Just  get  a little  further 
to  the  other  side.” 

The  count,  who  had  now  quite  recovered  from  the  regret 
consequent  upon  his  failure,  sat  down  smilingly  on  his 
comrade’s  bed. 

“You  must  know  that  the  young  lady  of  the  house 
made  an  appointment  with  me.  ” 

“ What  do  you  say?”  exclaimed  Polozoff,  suddenly  start- 
ing up. 

“ Be  quiet  and  listen.  ” 

“ When?  how?  where?  It  is  impossible!” 

“ This  is  how  it  happened.  While  you  were  making  up 
the  accounts  after  the  card-playing,  she  told  me  that  to- 
night she  would  be  at  the  window,  which  is  level  with  the 
garden.  You  see  what  it  is  to  be  practical.  While  you 
were  chattering  over  your  calculations  with  the  old  lady,  I 
was  acting.  You,  yourself,  heard  her  say,  as  she  sat  on 
the  window-sill,  that  she  meant  to  enjoy  the  fresh  air  there 
to-night.” 

“ But  she  said  that  quite  casually,  and  without  meaning 
anything  by  it.” 

“I’m  not  quite  so  sure  of  that.  Perhaps,  indeed,  she 
didn’t  like  to  come  without  some  sort  of  pressing.  That  I 


TWO  GENERATIONS. 


103 


can’t  quite  tell,  but  something  very  unpleasant  has  hap- 
pened/’ added  the  count.  “ I have  acted  like  a fool,”  he 
exclaimed  in  conclusion,  smiling  in  scorn  of  himself. 

“ Where  have  you  been?” 

The  count  then  related  his  adventure,  taking  care,  how- 
ever, to  say  nothing  about  his  hesitation  in  the  garden  and 
under  Lisanka’s  window. 

“ I have  made  a mess  of  the  business  entirely  through 
my  own  clumsiness.  I ought  to  have  shown  more  bold- 
ness. She  screamed  and  then  rushed  away.” 

“ Ah,  she  screamed  and  rushed  away,  did  she?”  said  the 
sub-lieutenant,  with  a constrained  smile,  in  answer  to  the 
smile  of  the  count  which  exercised  such  a strange  influence 
over  him. 

“ Yes.  And  now  it  is  time  we  went  to  sleep.” 

The  sub-lieutenant  again  turned  his  back  to  the  door, 
and  remained  silent  for  some  ten  minutes.  Heaven  only 
knows  what  thoughts  were  passing  through  his  mind. 
However,  when  he  again  turned  round,  his  face  wore  an 
expression  of  pain  and  decision. 

“ Count  Tourbine,”  he  said,  in  a choked  voice. 

“ Are  you  dreaming?”  rejoined  the  count,  quietly. 
“ What  is  the  matter,  Sub-Lieutenant  Polozoff  ?” 

“ Count  Tourbine,  you  are  a dishonorable  man!”  retort- 
ed Polozoff,  and  so  saying  he  sprung  off  his  bed. 

VIII. 

On  the  following  morning  the  squadron  left  the  village. 
The  officers  went  away  without  taking  leave  of  their  hosts, 
and  they  did  not  speak  to  each  other.  At  the  first  halt 


104 


TWO  GENERATIONS. 


they  determined  to  fight;  and  when  Captain  Schultz*  a 
good  fellow*  an  excellent  horseman*  and  a favorite  with  the 
whole  regiment*  was  chosen  by  the  count  to  act  as  his  sec- 
ond* he  so  managed  to  arrange  matters  that  not  only  no 
duel  took  place  and  nobody  knew  anything  of  what  had 
happened*  but  Tourbine  and  Polozoff*  though  there  was 
no  longer  the  old  friendly  feeling  between  them*  still  con- 
tinued to  address  each  other  with  amicable  familiarity*  and 
met  each  other  as  frequently  as  ever  at  table  and  at  play. 


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236  Which  Shall  it  Be? 20 

339  Mrs.  Vereker’s  Courier  Maid..  * 

490  A Secoud  Life.. ..20 

564  At  Bay * 

794  Beaton’s  Bargain 20 

797  Look  Before  You  Leap 20 

805  The  Freres.  1st  half 20 

805  The  Freres.  2d  half 20 

806  Her  Dearest  Foe.  1st  half 20 

806  Her  Dearest  Foe.  2d  half 20 

814  The  Heritage  of  Langdale 20 

815  Ralph  Wilton's  Weird * 

900  By  Woman’s  Wit 20 

997  Forging  the  Fetters,  and  The 

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1054  Mona's  Choice 20 

1057  A Life  Interest 20 

1189  A Crooked  Path 90 

1199  A False  Scent * 

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481  The  House  That  Jack  Built. . . * 

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1314  Andersen’s  Fairy  Tales 20 

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1172  India  and  Her  Neighbors 20 

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59  Vice  Vers§, 20 

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503  The  Tinted  Venus.  A Farcical 

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1138  A Recoiling  Vengeance 20 

1245  Fettered  for  Life 20 

1611  Between  Life  and  Death.., 20 

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586  A Drawn  Game 20 

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97  All  in  a Garden  Fair 20 

137  Uncle  Jack * 

140  A Glorious  Fortune * 

146  Love  Finds  the  Way,and  Other 
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230  Dorothy  Forster 20 

324  In  Luck  at  Last * 

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651  “ Self  or  Bearer  ” * 

882  Children  of  Gibeon 20 

904  The  Holy  Rose * 

906  The  World  Went  Very  Well 

Then 20 

980  To  Call  Her  Mine 20 

1055  Katharine  Regina 20 

1065  Herr  Paulus:  His  Rise,  His 

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1143  The  Inner  House 20 

1151  For  Faith  and  Freedom 20 

1240  The  Bell  of  St.  Paul’s 20 

1247  The  Lament  of  Dives 20 

1378  They  Were  Married.  By  Wal- 
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1462  Let  Nothing  You  Dismay * 


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1023  Next  of  Kin— Wanted 20 

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21  Sunrise  : A Story  of  These 

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39  In  Silk  Attire 20 

44  Macleod  of  Dare 20 

49  That  Beautiful  Wretch 2t 

50  The  Strange  Adventures  of  a 

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70  White  Wings:  A Yachting  Ro- 
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81  A Daughter  of  Heth 20 

124  Three  Feathers 20 

125  The  Monarch  of  Mincing  Lane  20 

126  Kilmenv 20 

138  Green  Pastures  and  Piccadilly  20 


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962  Sabina  Zembra.  2d  half..  . 20 
1096  The  Strange  Adventures  of  a 

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1132  In  Far  Lochaber 20 

1227  The  Penance  of  John  Logan . . 20 
1259  Nanciebel : A Tale  of  Strattord- 

ou-Avon 20 

1268  Prince  Fortunatus 20 

1389  Oliver  Goldsmith * 

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67  Lorna  Doone.  2d  half 20 

427  The  Remarkable  History  of  Sir 
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615  Mary  Anerley 20 

625  Erema;  or,  Bly  Father’s  Sin..  20 

629  Oipps,  the  Carrier 20 

630  Cradock  Nowell.  1st  half 20 

630  Cradock  Nowell.  2d  half 20 

631  Cbristowell.  A Dartmoor  Tale  20 

632  ( lara  Vaughan 20 

633  The  Maid  of  Sker.  1st  half .. . 20 

633  The  Maid  of  Sker.  2d  half 20 

636  Alice  Lorraine.  1st  half .. . 20 

636  Alice  Lorraine.  2d  half 20 

926  Springhaven.  1st  half 20 

926  Springhaven.  2d  half 20 

1267  Kit  and  Kitty.  1st  half 20 

1267  Kit  and  Kitty.  2d  half 20 


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705  The  Woman  I Loved,  and  the 
Woman  Who  Loved  Me * 

By  C.  Blatlierwick. 

151  The  Ducie  Diamonds * 

By  Frederick  Boyle. 

356  The  Good  Hater 20 

Miss  M.  E.  Braddon’s  Works. 

35  Lady  Audley’s  Secret 20 

56  Phantom  Fortune 20 

74  Aurora  Floyd 20 

110  Under  the  Red  Flag * 

353  The  Golden  Calf 20 

204  Vixen 20 

211  The  Octoroon * 

234  Barbara ; or,  Splendid  Misery.  20 

263  An  Ishmaelite 20 

315  The  Mistletoe  Bough.  Christ- 
mas, 1884.  Edited  by  MissM. 

E.  Braddon 20 

434  Wyllard’s  Weird 20 

478  Diavola;  or.  Nobody’s  Daugh- 
ter. Part  1 20 

478  Diavola;  or,  Nobody’s  Daugh- 
ter. Part  II 20 

480  Married  in  Haste.  Edited  by 
Miss  M.  E.  Braddon 20 

487  Put  to  the  Test.  Edited  by  Miss 

M.  E.  Braddon 20 

488  Joshua  Haggard’s  Daughter...  20 

489  Rupert  Godwin 20 


495  Mount  Royal 

496  Only  a Woman.  Edited  by  Miss 

M.  E.  Braddon 

497  The  Lady’s  Mile 

498  Only  a Clod 

499  The  Cloven  Foot 

511  A Strange  World 

515  Sir  Jasper’s  Tenant 

524  Strangers  and  Pilgrims 

529  The  Doctor’s  W’ife 

542  Fenton’s  Quest 

544  Cut  by  the  County ; or,  Grace 

Darnel 

548  A Fatal  Marriage,  and  The 

Shadow  in  the  Corner 

549  Dudley  Carleon : or,  The  Broth- 

er’s Secret,  and  George  Caul- 
field’s Journey 

552  Hostages  to  Fortune 

553  Birds  of  Prey 

554  Charlotte’s  Inheritance.  (Se- 

quel to  “ Birds  of  Prey  ”) 

557  To  the  Bitter  End 

559  Taken  at  the  Flood 

560  Asphodel 

561  Just  as  I am ; or,  A Living  Lie 

567  Dead  Men’s  Shoes 

570  John  Marchmont's  Legacy 

618  The  Mistletoe  Bough.  Christ- 
mas, 1885.  Edited  by  Miss  M. 
E.  Braddon 

840  One  Thing  Needful;  or,  The 

Penalty  of  Fate 

881*  Mohawks.  1st  half 

881  Mohawks.  2d  half 

890  The  Mistletoe  Bough.  Christ- 
mas, 1886.  Edited  by  Miss  M. 

E.  Braddon 

943  Weavers  and  Weft;  or,  “ Love 

that  Hath  Us  in  His  Net  ” 

947  Publicans  and  Sinners;  or, 

Lucius  Davoren.  1st  half 

947  Publicans  aDd  Sinners;  or, 

Lucius  Davoren.  2d  half 

1036  Like  and  Unlike 

1098  The  Fatal  Three 

1211  The  Day  Will  Come 

1411  WThose  Was  the  Hand? 

By  Annie  Bradshaw. 

706  A Crimson  Stain 

Works  by  Charlotte  M.  Braem 
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19  Her  Mother’s  Sin 

51  Dora  Thorne 

54  A Broken  Wedding-Ring 

68  A Queen  Amongst  Women 

69  Madolin’s  Lover  

73  Redeemed  by  Love ; or,  Love’s 

Victory 

76  Wife  in  Name  Only;  or,  A 

Broken  Heart../ 

79  WTedded  and  Parted 

92  Lord  Lynne’s  Choice 

148  Thorns  and  Orange-Blossoms. 

190  Romance  of  a Black  Veil 

280  Which  Loved  Him  Best 


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470  Evelyn’s  Folly 

471  Thrown  on  the  World 

476  Between  Two  Sins;  or,  Married 

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576  Her  Martyrdom 

626  A Fair  Mystery;  or,  The  Perils 

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741  The  Heiress  of  Hilldrop;  or, 
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745  For  Another’s  Sin ; or,  A Strug- 
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792  Set  in  Diamonds 

821  The  World  Between  Them 

822  A Passion  Flower 

853  A True  Magdalen 

854  A Woman's  Error 

922  Marjorie 

924  ’Twixt  Smile  and  Tear 

927  Sweet  Cymbeline 

929  The  Belle  of  Lynn;  or,  The 

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931  Lady  Diana’s  Pride 

949  Claribel’s  Love  Story;  or, Love’s 

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958  A Haunted  Life ; or,  Her  Terri- 
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969  The  Mystery  of  Colde  Fell;  or, 

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973  The  Squire’s  Darling 

975  A Dark  Marriage  Morn 

978  Her  Second  Love 

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1006  His  Wife’s  Judgment 

1008  A Thorn  in  Her  Heart 

1010  Golden  Gates 

1012  A Nameless  Sin 

1014  A Mad  Love 

1031  Irene’s  Vow 

1052  Signa’s  Sweetheart 

1091  A Modern  Cinderella 

1134  Lord  Elesmere's  Wife 

1155  Lured  Away;  or,  The  Story  of 
a Wedding  - Ring,  and  The 

Heiress  of  Arne 

1179  Beauty’s  Marriage 

1185  A Fiery  Ordeal 

1195  I )umaresq’s  Temptation 

1285  Jenny 

1391  The  Star  of  Love 

1328  Lord  Lisle’s  Daughter 

1415  Weaker  than  a Woman 

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101  Second  Thoughts 20 

227  Nancy 20 

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758  “ Good-bye,  Sweetheart!” 20 

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767  Joan 20 

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1599  Alas! 20 

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145  “Storm-Beaten:”  God  and  The 

Man 20 

154  Annan  Water 20 

181  The  New  Abelard * 

398  Matt : A Tale  of  a Caravan. . . * 

646  The  Master  of  the  Mine 20 

892  That  Winter  Night;  or,  Love’s 

Victory * 

1074  Stormy  Waters 20 

1104  The  Heir  of  Linne 20 

1350  Love  Me  Forever * 

1455  The  Moment  After 20 

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375  A Ride  to  Khiva 20 

384  On  Horseback  Through  Asia 
Minor 20 

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913  The  Silent  Shore;  or.  The  Mys- 
tery of  St.  James’  Park 20 

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1354  Delicia ...  20 


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Paths.” 

430  A Bitter  Reckoning . * 

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1456  Nimport 30 

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719  Childe  Harold  s Pilgrimage...  * 
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521  Entangled 20 

538  A Fair  Country  Maid 20 

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127  Adrian  Bright 20 

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445  The  Shadow  of  a Crime 20 

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1255  The  Bondman 20 

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796  In  a Grass  Country 20 

891  Vera  Nevill;  or,  Poor  Wisdom’s 

Chance  20 

912  Pure  Gold . . 20 

963  Worth  Winning 20 

1025  Daisy’s  Dilemma 20 

1028  A Devout  Lover;  or,  A Wasted 

Love 20 

1070  A Life’s  Mistake ! 20 

1204  The  Lodge  by  the  Sea 20 

1205  A Lost  Wife 20 

1236  Her  Father’s  Daughter 20 

1261  Wild  George’s  Daughter 20 

1290  The  Cost  of  a Lie 20 

1292  Bosky  Dell 20 

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215  Not  Like  Other  Girls 20 

396  Robert  Ord’s  Atonement 20 

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half 20 

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half 20 

608  For  Lilias.  1st  half 20 

608  For  Lilias.  2d  balf 20 

930  Uncle  Max.  1st  half 20 

930  Uncle  Max.  2d  half 20 

932  Queenie's  Whim:  1st  half 20 

932  Queenie’s  Whim.  2d  half 20 

934  Wo<»ed  and  Married.  1st  half.  20 
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961  WeeWifie 20 

1033  Esther:  A S£ory  for  Girls 20 

1064  Only  the  Governess 20 

1135  Aunt  Diana 20 

1194  The  Search  for  Basil  Lyndhurst  30 

1208  Merle’s  Crusade 20 

1545  Lover  or  Friend? 30 

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571  Paul  Crew’s  Story * 

Lewis  Carroll’s  Works. 

462  Alice’s  Adventures  in  Wonder- 
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Tenniel 20 

789  Through  the  Looking-Glass, 
and  What  Alice  Found  There. 
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By  Erckmann-Chatrian. 

329  The  Polish  Jew.  (Translated 
from  the  French  by  Caroline 
A.  Merighi.) * 

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485  Tinted  Vapours * 

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1352  A Double  Marriage 20 

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102  The  Moonstone 20 

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Other  Stories * 

233  “ I Say  No or,  The  Love-Let- 
ter Answered. 20 

508  The  Girl  at  the  Gate * 

591  The  Queen  of  Hearts 20 

613  The  Ghost’s  Touch,  and  Percy 

and  the  Prophet * 

623  My  Lady’s  Money * 

701  The  Woman  in  White.  1st  half  20 

701  The  Woman  in  White.  2d  half  20 

702  Man  and  Wife.  1st  half 20 

702  Man  and  Wife.  2d  half 20 

764  The  Evil  Genius.... 20 

896  The  Guilty  River 20 

946  The  Dead  Secret 20 

977  The  Haunted  Hotel 20 

1029  Armadale.  1st  half. 20 

1029  Armadale.  2d  half 20 

1095  The  Legacy  of  Cain 20 

1119  No  Name.  1st  half 20 

1119  No  Name.  2d  half 20 

1269  Blind  Love '. 20 

1347  A Rogue’s  Life 20 


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749  Lord  Vanecourt’s  Daughter. . . 20 
828  The  Prettiest  Woman  in  Warsaw  20 

M.  J.  Colquhoun’s  Works. 

624  Primus  in  Indis * 

1469  Every  Inch  a Soldier 20 

Hugh  Conway’s  Works. 

240  Called  Back * 

251  The  Daughter  of  the  Stars,  and 
Other  Tales * 

301  Dark  Days * 

302  The  Blatchford  Bequest * 

341  A Dead  Man’s  Face * 

502  Carriston’s  Gift * 

525  Paul  Vargas,  and  Other  Stories  * 


543  A Family  Affair : 20 

601  Slings  and  Arrows,  .and  Other 

Stories * 

711  A Cardinal  Sin 20 

804  Living  or  Dead 20 

830  Bound  by  a Spell 20 

1353  All  In  One 20 

J.  Feniinore  Cooper’s  Works. 

60  The  Last  of  the  Mohicans 20 

63  The  Spy 20 

309  The  Pathfinder 20 


310  The  Prairie 20 

318  The  Pioneers ; or,  The  Sources 

of  the  Susquehanna 

349  The  Two  Admirals 

359  The  Water-Witch 

361  The  Red  Rover 

373  Wing  and  Wing 

378  Homeward  Bound;  or,  The 

Chase 

379  Home  as  Found.  (Sequel  to 

“ Homeward  Bound”) 

380  Wyandotte;  or,  The  Hutted 

Knoll 

385  The  Headsman;  or,  The  Ab- 

baye  des  Vignerons 

394  The  Bravo 

397  Lionel  Lincoln ; or,  The  Leag- 
uer of  Boston 

400  The  Wept  of  Wish-Ton-Wish. . 

413  Afloat  and  Ashore 

414  Miles  Wallingford.  (Sequel  to 

“•Afloat  and  Ashore”) 

415  The  Ways  of  the  Hour 

416  Jack  Tier;  or.  The  Florida  Reef 

419  The  Chainbearer ; or.  The  Lit- 

tle-page Manuscripts 

420  Satahstoe ; or,  The  Littlepage 

Manuscripts 

421  The  Redskins ; or,  Indian  and 

Injin.  Being  the  conclusion 
of  the  Littlepage  Manuscripts 

422  Precaution 

423  The  Sea  Lions;  or.  The  Lost 

Sealers  

424  Mercedes  of  Castile;  or,  The 

Voyage  to  Cathay 

425  The  Oak-Openings;  or,  The 

Bee-Hunter 

431  The  Monikins 

1062  The  Deerslayer;  or.  The  First 

War-Path.  1st  half 

1062  The  Deerslayer;  or,  The  First 

War-Path.  2d  half 

1170  The  Pilot * 


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1068  Vendetta ! or,  The  Story  of  One 

Forgotten 

1131  Thelma.  1st  half 

1131  Thelma.  2d  half 

1329  My  Wonderful  Wife! 

By  Madame  Cottin. 

1366  Elizabeth,  


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450  Godfrey  HelstoDe 

606  Mrs.  Hollyer 

B.  M.  Croker’s  Works. 

207  Pretty  Miss  Neville 


260  Proper  Pride. 

412  Some  One  Eli 

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452  In  the  West  Countrie 20 

619  Joy ; or.  The  Light  of  Cold- 


Home  Ford 20 

647  Goblin  Gold * 

1327  Midge 20 


1399  Violet  Vyvian,  M.F.H 20 

By  Stuart  C.  Cumberland. 

G41  The  Rabbi’s  Spell * 

By  II.  H.  Dana,  Jr. 

311  Two  Years  Before  the  Mast 20 

By  Frank  Danby. 

1379  The  Copper  Crash 20 

By  Joyce  Darrell. 

163  Winifred  Power 20 

Alphonse  Daudet’s  Works. 

534  Jack j 20 

574  The  Nabob : A Story  of  Parisian 

Life  and  Manners 20 

1368  Lise  Tavernier * 

By  Daniel  Defoe. 

1312  Robinson  Crusoe 30 

By  Earl  of  Desart. 

1301  The  Little  Chatelaine 20 

By  R.  D’Ennery. 

242  The  Two  Orphans : * 

By  Hugh  De  Normand. 

1554  The  Gypsy  Queen 20 

Thomas  De  Quincey’s  Works. 
1059  Confessions  of  an  English  Opi- 
um-Eater  20 

1380  The  Spanish  Nun * 

By  Elsa  D’Esterre-Keeliug. 

382  Three  Sisters * 

Carl  Belief’s  Works. 


1086  Nora 20 

1418  Irene 20 


Charles  Dickens’s  Works. 

10  The  Old  Curiosity  Shop 20 

22  David  Copperfield.  Vol.  I 20 

22  David  Copperfield.  Vol.  II...  20 

24  Pickwick  Papers.  Vol.  1 20 

24  Pickwick  Papers.  Vol.  II 20 

37  Nicholas  Nickleby.  1st  half..  20 
87  Nicholas  Nickleby.  2d  half. . . 20 

41  Oliver  Twist 20 

77  A Tale  of  Two  Cities . . 20 

84  Hard  Times * 

91  Barnaby  Rudge.  1st  half.  ...  20 

91  Barnabv  Rudge.  2d  half 20 

94  Little  Dorrit.  1st  half 20 

94  Little  Dorrit.  2d  half 20 

106  Bleak  House.  1st  half 20 

106  Bleak  House.  2d  Ifalf 20 

107  Dombey  and  Son.  1st  half  ...  20 

107  Dombey  and  Son.  2d  half 20 

108  The  Cricket  on  the  Hearth,  and 

Doctor  Marigold * 

131  Our  Mutual  Friend.  1st  half.  20 


131  Our  Muthal  Friend.  2d  half. . 26 

132  Master  Humphrey’s  Clock — * 

152  The  Uncommercial  Traveler. . 36 

168  No  Thoroughfare.  By  Dickens 

and  Collins * 

169  The  Haunted  Man * 

437  Life  and  Adventures  of  Martin 


Chuzzlewit.  1st  half 20 

437  Life  and  Adventures  of  Martin 
Chuzzlewit.  2d  half 20 

439  Great  Expectations 20 

440  Mrs.  Lirriper’s  Lodgings * 

447  American  Notes 20 

448  Pictures  From  Italy,  and  The 

Mudfog  Papers,  &c 20 

454  The  Mystery  of  Edwin  Drood.  20 
456  Sketches  by  Boz.  Illustrative 
of  Every-day  Life  and  Every- 
day People 20 

676  A Child’s  History  of  England.  20 


By  the  Rt.  Hon.  Benjamin  Disra- 
eli, Earl  of  Bcacousfield. 

793  Vivian  Grey.  In  two  parts,  each  26 

By  tlie  Author  of  “Dr.  Edith 
Romney.” 

612  My  Wife’s  Niece 20 

Sarah  Doudney’s  Works. 

338  The  Family  Difficulty * 

679  Where  Two  Ways  Meet * 


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1305  The  Firm  of  Girdlestone 21 

F.  Du  Boisgobey’s  Works. 

82  Sealed  Lips 20 

104  The  Coral  Pin.  1st  half 20 

104  The  Coral  Pin.  2d  half 20 

264  PiSdouche,  a French  Detective  * 
328  Babiole,  the  Pretty  Milliner. 

First  half 20 

328  Babiole,  the  Pretty  Milliner. 

Second  half 20 

453  The  Lottery  Ticket 20 

475  The  Prima  Donna's  Husband.  20 

522  Zig-Zag,  the  Clown;  or,  The 

Steel  Gauntlets 20 

523  The  Consequences  of  a Duel.  A 

Parisian  Romance 20 

648  The  Angel  of  the  Bells 20 

697  The  Pretty  Jailer.  1st  half...  20 

697  The  Pretty  Jailer.  2d  half 20 

699  The  Sculptor’s  Daughter.  1st 

half  20 

699  The  Sculptor’s  Daughter.  2d 

half 20 

782  The  Closed  Door.  1st  half 20 

782  The  Closed  Door.  2d  half — 20 
851  The  Cry  of  Blood.  1st  half...  20 

851  The  Cry  of  Blood.  2d  half 20 

9!8  The  Red  Band.  1st  half 20 

918  The  Red  Band.  2d  half 20 

942  Cash  on  Delivery 20 

1076  The  Mystery  of  an  Omnibus..  20 

1080  Bertha’s  Secret.  1st  half 20 

1080  Bertha’s  Secret.  2d  half 20 

1082  The  Severed  Hand.  1st  half. . 20 

1083  The  Severed  Hand.  2d  half..  20 


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1085  The  Matapan  Affair.  1st  half  20 
1085  The  Matapan  Affair.  2d  half  20 
1088  The  Old  Age  of  Monsieur  Le- 

coq.  1st  half 20 

1088  The  Old  Age  of  Monsieur  Le- 
coq.  2d  half 20 

“The  Duchess’s’*  Worts. 

2 Molly  Bawn 20 

6 Portia 20 

14  Airy  Fairy  Lilian 20 

16  Phyllis 20 

25  Mrs.  Geoffrey.  (Large  type 

edition) 20 

950  Mrs.  Geoffrey * 

29  Beauty’s  Daughters * 

30  Faith  and  Unfaith 20 

118  Loys,  Lord  Berresford,  and 

Eric  Dering * 

119  Monica,  and  A Rose  Distill’d. . * 

123  Sweet  is  True  Love * 

129  Rossmoyne . * 


134  The  Witching  Hour,  and  Other 

Stories * 

136  “That  Last  Rehearsal,”  and 

Other  Stories * 

166  Mooushine  and  Marguerites...  * 
171  Fortune’s  Wheel,  and  Other 

Stories * 

284  Doris 20 

312  A Week’s  Amusement;  or,  A 

Week  in  Killarney * 

342  The  Baby,  and  One  New  Year’s 

Eve * 

390  Mildred  Trevanion * 

404  In  Durauce  Vile,  and  Other 
Stories * 


486  Dick’s  Sweetheart 20 

494  A Maiden  All  Forlorn,  and  Bar- 
bara   * 

517  A Passive  Crime,  and  Other 

Stories * 

541  “ As  It  Fell  Upon  a Day.” * 

733  Lady  Brauksmere 20 

771  A Mental  Struggle 20 

785  The  Haunted  Chamber * 

862  Ugh7  Barrington * 

875  Lady  Valw«»rth’s  Diamonds. . . 20 
1009  In  an  Evil  Hour,  and  Other 

Stories 20 

1016  A Modern  Circe 20 

1035  The  Duchess 20 

1047  Marvel 20 

1103  The  Honorable  Mrs.  Vereker. . 20 

1123  Under-Currents  20 

1197  “Jerry.”  — “That  Night  in 
June.”— A Wrong  Turning.— 

Irish  Love  and  Marriage * 

1209  A Troublesome  Girl 20 

1249  A Life’s  Remorse 20 

1333  A Born  Coquette 20 

1363  “April’s  Ladv  ” 20 

1453  Her  Last  ThrDw 20 

Alexander  Dumas’s  Works, 

55  The  Three  Guardsmen 20 

75  Twenty  Years  After 20 

362  The  Count  of  Monte-Cristo. 


Partly 30 


262  The  Count  of  Monte-Cristo. 

Part  II 30 

717  Beau  Tancrede : or,  The  Mar- 
riage Verdict 20 

1058  Masaniello;  or,  The  Fisherman 

of  Naples 20 

1340  The  Son  of  Monte-Cristo.  1st 

half 20 

1340  The  Son  of  Monte-Cristo.  2d 
half 20 

George  Ebers’s  Works. 

474  Serapis.  An  Historical  Novel  20 

983  Uarda 20 

1056  The  Bride  of  the  Nile.  1st  half  20 
1056  The  Bride  of  the  Nile.  2d  half  20 

1094  Homo  Sum 20 

1097  The  Burgomaster’s  Wife 20 

1101  An  Egyptian  Princess.  Vol.  I.  20 
1101  \n  Egyptian  Princess.  Vol.  II.  20 

1106  The  Emperor 20 

1112  Only  a Word 20 

1114  The  Sisters 20 

1198  Gred  of  Nuremberg.  A Ro- 
mance of  the  Fifteenth  Cent- 
ury  20 

1266  Joshua:  A Biblical  Picture 20 

Maria  Edgeworth’s  Works. 

708  Ormond 20 

788  The  Absentee.  An  Irish  Story.  20 

Amelia  B.  Edwards’s  Works. 

99  Barbara’s  History 20 

1364  My  Brother's  Wife 20 


Mrs.  Annie  Edwards’s  Works. 

644  A Girton  Girl 

834  A Ballroom  Repentance 

835  Vivian  the  Beauty 

836  A Point  of  Honor j . . . 

837  A Vagabond  Heroine 

838  Ought  We  to  Visit  Her? 

839  Leah:  A Woman  of  Fashion.. 

841  Jet:  Her  Face  or  Her  Fortune? 

842  A Blue-Stocking 

843  Archie  Lovell 

844  Susan  Fielding 

845  Philip  Earnscliffe  ; or,  The 

INI  orals  of  May  Fair 

846  Steven  Lawrence.  1st  half... 

846  Steven  Lawrence.  2d  half 

850  A Play  wright’s  Daughter 

By  II.  Sutherland  Edwards. 

917  The  Case  of  Reuben  Malachi. 

By  Mrs.  C.  J.  Eiloarf. 

114  Some  of  .Our  Girls 

George  Eliot’s  Works. 

3 The  Mill  on  the  Floss 

31  Middlemarch.  1st  half 

31  Middlemarch.  2d  half .. 

34  Daniel  Deronda.  1st  half 

34  Daniel  DeroAda.  2d  half 

30  Adam  Bede.  1st  half 

36  Adam  Bede.  2d  half 

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693  Felix  Holt,  the  Radical 20 

707  Silas  Maruer:  The  Weaver  of 

Raveloe * 

728  Janet’s  Repentance * 

702  Impressions  of  Theophrastus 


Such * 

1441  Amos  Barton * 

By  Frances  Elliot. 

381  The  Red  Cardinal * 

By  Eva  Evergreen. 

1358  Agatha 20 


By  J u liana  Iloratia  Ewing. 

752  Jackanapes,  and  Other  Stories  * 
B.  L.  Far  jeon’s  Works. 


179  Little  Make-Believe * 

573  Love's  Harvest 20 

607  Self-Doomed * 

616  The  Sacred  Nugget . 20 

657  Christmas  Angel * 

907  The  Bright  Star  of  Life 20 

909  The  Nine  of  Hearts 20 

1383  The  Mystery  of  M.  Felix 20 


liaugh. 

1343  Dream  Faces 20 

By  Heinrich  Felberinann. 

355  The  Princess  Dagomar  of  Po- 
land  * 

G.  Mauville  Fenn’s  Works. 

193  The  Rosery  Folk * 

558  Poverty  Corner 20 

587  The  Parson  o’  Dumford 20 

609  The  Dark  House . * 

1169  Commodore  Junk 20 

1276  The  Mynns’  Mystery 20 

1293  In  Jeopardy 20 

1302  The  Master  of  the  Ceremonies  20 
1313  -JSve  at  the  Wheel 20 

1344  One  Maid’s  Mischief 20 

1387  Eli’s  Children 20 


Octave  Feuillet’s  Works. 

66  The  Romance  of  a Poor  Young 

Man 

386  Led  Astray;  or,  “ La  Petite 


Comtesse  ” * 

1427  A Marriage  in  High  Life 20 

Gertrude  Forde’s  Works. 

1072  Only  a Coral  Girl 20 

1349  In  the  Old  Palazzo 20 

By  R.  E.  Forrest. 

879  The  Touchstone  of  Peril 20 

Mrs.  Forrester’s  Works. 

80  June 20 

280  Omnia  Yanitas.  A Tale  of  So- 
ciety   * 

484  Although  He  Was  a Lord,  and 

Other  Tales * 

715  I Have  Lived  and  Loved 20 

721  Dolores 20 

724  My  Lord  and  My  Lady 20 


726  Mv  Hero 

727  Fair  Women 

729  Mignon 

732  From  Olympus  to  Hades 

734  Viva 

736  Roy  and  Viola 

740  Rhona 

744  Diana  Carew;  or,  For  a Wom- 
an’s Sake 

883  Once  Again 

Jessie  Fothergill’s  Works. 

314  Peril 

572  Healey 

935  Borderland 

1099  The  Lasses  of  Leverhouse.  . . . 

1275  A March  in  the  Ranks 

1377  The  First  Violin 

By  Francesca. 

53  The  Story  of  Ida 

It.  E.  Francillou’s  Works. 

135  A Great  Heiress:  A Fortune 

in  Seven  Checks 

319  Face  to  Face : A Fact  in  Seven 

Fables 

360  Ropes  of  Sand 

656  The  Golden  Flood.  By  R.  E. 

Francillon  and  Wm.  Senior.. 

911  Golden  Bells 

By  Mrs.  Alexander  Fraser. 

1351  She  Came  Between 

By  Charlotte  French. 

387  The  Secret  of  the  Cliffs 

By  J.  A.  Fronde. 

1180  The  Two  Chiefs  of  Dunboy ; or, 

An  Irish  Romance  of  the  Last 
Century 

By  Lady  Georgiana  Fullerton 

1286  Ellen  Middleton 

Emile  Gaboriau’s  Works. 

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603  Agnes.  1st  half 20 

603  Agnes.  2d  half 20 

604  Innocent.  1st  half 20 

604  Innocent.  2d  half 20 

605  Ombra 20 

645  Oliver’s  Bride  * 

655  The  Open  Door,  and  The  Por- 
trait   * 

687  A Country  Gentleman 20 

703  A House  Divided  Against  Itself  20 
710  The  Greatest  Heiress  in  Eng- 
land   20 

827  Effie  Ogilvie 20 

880  The  Son  of  His  Father  20 

902  A Poor  Gentleman 20 

Max  O’Rell’s  Works. 

203  John  Bull  and  His  Island * 

1222  Jacques  Bonhomme,  and  John 
Bull  on  the  Continent 20 

“ Ouida’s  ” Works. 

4 Under  Two  Flags 20 

9 Wanda,  Countess*  von  Szalras.  20 

116  Moths  20 

128  Afternoon,  and  Other  Sketches  * 

226  Friendship 20 

228  Princess  Napraxine 20 

238  Pascarel 20 

239  Signa.  .a 20 

433  A Rainy  June * 

639  Othmar.  1st  half : 20 

639  Othmar.  2d  half 20 

671  Don  Gesualdo * 

672  In  Maremma.  1st  half 20 

672  In  Maremma.  2d  half 20 

874  A House  Party * 

974  Strathmore;  or,  Wrought  by 

His  Own  Hand.  1st  half 20 

974  Strathmore;  or.  Wrought  by 

His  Own  Hand.  2d  half 20 

981  Granville  de  Vigne;  or,  Held  in 
Bondage.  1st  half ...  20 


981  Granville  de  Vigne;  or,  Held  in 

Bondage.  2d  half 

996  Idalia.  1st  half 

996  Idalia.  2d  half 

1000  Puck.  1st  half 

1000  Puck.  2d  half 

1003  Chandos.  1st  half 

1003  Chandos.  2d  half 

1017  Tricotrin.  1st  half 

1017  Tricotrin.  2d  half 

1176  Guilderojr 

1308  Svrlin 

1575  Ruffino 


Louisa  Parr’s  Works. 

1428  Robin 

1587  Dumps 

James  Payn’s  Works. 

48  Thicker  Than  Water 

186  The  Canon's  Ward 

343  The  Talk  of  the  Town 

577  In  Peril  and  Privation 

589  The  Luck  of  the  Darrells 

823  The  Heir  of  the  Ages 

1271  One  of  the  Family 

1381  The  Burnt  Million 

1405  The  Eavesdropper 

1555  The  Word  and  the  Will 20 

By  Sylvio  Pellico. 

725  My  Ten  Years’  Imprisonment  * 


By  the  Author  of  “Petite’s  Ro- 
mance.” 

786  Ethel  Mildmay’s  Follies 20 


By  F.  C.  Philips. 

1287  A Daughter's  Sacrifice 20 


By  Arthur  W.  Pinero. 

1372  Sweet  Lavender * 

By  William  Pole,  F.R.S. 

669  The  Philosophy  of  Whist 20 

Miss  Jane  Porter’s  Works. 

660  The  Scottish  Chiefs.  1st  half.  20 
660  The  Scottish  Chiefs.  2d  half.  20 
696  Thaddeus  of  Warsaw 20 


Cecil  Power’s  Works. 


336  Philistia 20 

611  Babylon 20 

E.  Frances  Poynter’s  Works. 

526  Madame  De  Presnel 20 

1523  The  Failure  of  Elizabeth 20 


Mrs.  Campbell  Praed’s  Works. 

428  Zero : A Story  of  Monte-Carlo  * 

477  Affinities * 

811  The  Head  Station 20 

1296  An  Australian  Heroine 20 

1403  The  Rival  Princess.  By  Justin 
McCarthy  and  Mrs.  Campbell 
Praed 20 

By  Alice  Price. 

908  A Willful  Young  Woman 90 


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331  Gerald 20 

149  The  Captain’s  Daughter.  From 
the  Russian  of  Pushkin * 

By  tlie  Author  of  “ Quadroona.” 

1356  Plot  and  Counterplot 20 


By  the  Author  of  “Queen  of  the 
County.” 

1438  Margaret  and  Her  Bridesmaids  20 
By  Queen  Victoria. 

178  More  Leaves  from  the  Journal 
of  a Life  in  the  Highlands.  * 

Hyder  Ragged’s  Works. 


966  He 20 

970  King  Solomon’s  Wives;  or.  The 
Phantom  Mines 20 

Charles  Reade’s  Works. 

46  Very  Hard  Cash 20 

98  A Woman-Hater 2G 


206  The  Picture,  and  Jack  of  All 

Trades 

210  Readiana : Comments  on  Cur- 


rent Events * 

213  A Terrible  Temptation 20 

214  Put  Yourself  in  His  Place 20 

216  Foul  Play 20 


231  Griffith  Gaunt;  or,  Jealousy..  20 

232  Love  and  Money ; or,  A Peril- 

ous Secret * 

235  “It  is  Never  Too  Late  to 
Mend.”  A Matter-of-Fact  Ro- 


mance  20 

1382  Single  Heart  and  Double  Face  * 

By  Compton  Reade. 

340  Under  Which  King? 20 

By  R.  F.  Redd. 

1410  Freckles 20 

By  Captain  Mayne  Reid. 

575  The  Finger  of  Fate 20 

By  T.  Wemyss  Reid. 

723  'Mauleverer’s  Millions 20 

Fritz  Reuter’s  Works. 

750  An  Old  Story  of  My  Farming 

Days.  1st  half 20 

. 750  An  Old  Story  of  My  Farming 

Days.  2d  half  20 

Mrs.  J.  H.  Riddell’s  Works. 

71  A Struggle  for  Fame 20 

593  Berna  Boyle 20 

1007  Miss  fclascoigne 20 

1077  The  Nun’s  Curse 20 

1273  Susan  Drummond 20 

1579  Princess  Sunshine 20 

“Rita’s”  Works. 

252  A Sinless  Secret * 

446  Dame  Durden 20 

598  “Corinna.”  A Study.. * 


617  Like  Dian’s  Kiss 20 

1125  The  Mystery  of  a Turkish  Bath  * 
1192  Miss  Kate ; or,  Confessions  of 

a Caretaker 

1215  Adrian  Lyle 

1229  “ Sheba A Study  of  Girlhood 
1237  A Vagabond  Lover 

1252  Tlie  Seventh  Dream 

1253  The  Ladye  Nancy e 

1298  Gretch^n 

1315  A Society  Scandal 

1491  The  Doctor’s  Secret 

By  Sir  H.  Roberts. 

1458  Harry  Holbrooke 

F.  Mabel  Robinson’s  Works. 

501  Mr.  Butler’s  Ward 

1457  A Woman  of  the  World 

F.  W.  Robinson’s  Works. 

157  Milly’s  Hero 

217  The  Man  She  Cared  For 

261  A Fair  Maid 

455  Lazarus  in  London 

590  The  Courting  of  Mary  Smith. . 

1005  99  Dark  Street 

1284  Our  Erring  Brother 

1539  A Very  Strange  Family 

1547  The  Keeper  of  the  Keys 

By  Regina  Maria  Rocbe. 

852  The  Children  of  the  Abbey 

1 By  Mrs.  J.  Harcourt  Roe. 

683  The  Bachelor  Vicar  of  New- 

forth 

By  Mrs.  Rowson. 

61  Charlotte  Temple 

W.  Clark  Russell’s  Works. 

85  A Sea  Queen 

109  Little  Loo 

180  Round  the  Galley  Fire 

209  John  Holdsworth.  Chief  Mate. 

223  A Sailor’s  Sweetheart 

592  A Strange  Voyage 

682  In  the  Middle  Watch.  Sea 

Stories 

743  Jack’s  Courtship.  1st  half. . . 

743  Jack’s  Courtship.  2d  half 

884  A Voyage  to  the  Cape 

916  The  Golden  Hope 

1044  The  Frozen  Pirate 

1048  The  Wreck  of  the  “Grosvenor  ” 
1129  The  Flying  Dutchman;  or,  The 

Death  Ship ' 

1210  Marooned 

1213  Jenny  Harlowe 

1260  An  Ocean  Tragedy.  1st  half. . 
1260  An  Ocean  Tragedy.  2d  half..  20 
1603  My  Shipmate  Louise 20 

By  Dora  Russell. 

103  Rose  Fleming. . * 

By  George  Augumtus  Sala. 

756  The  Strange  Adventures  of  Cap- 
tain Dangerous.  A Narrative 
in  Plain  English 20 


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1517  Three  Men  in  a Boat.  By  Jer- 
ome K Jerome 20 

1519  A Professional  Lady-Killer.  By 

* Ethel  Marry  at * 

1523  The  Failure  of  Elizabeth.  By 

E.  Frances  Poynter 20 

1527  A Scarlet  Sin.  By  Florence 

Marryat 20 

1531  Hartas  Maturin.  By  H.  F. 

Lester 20 

1535  Tales  of  To-day.  by  George  R. 

Sims 20 

1539  A Very  Strange  Family.  By  F. 

VV.  Robinson' 20 

1543  For  One  and  the  World.  By 

M.  Betham -Ed wards 20 

1545  Lover  or  Friend?  By  Rosa 

Nouchette  Carey 30 

1547  The  Keeper  of  the  Keys.  By 

F.  W.  Robinson 20 

1551  The  Vicomte’s  Bride/ By  Esm6 

Stuart 20 

1555  The  Word  and  the  Will.  By 

James  Payn 20 

1559  Children  of  To-morrow.  By 

William  Sharp 20 

1563  Quite  Another  Story.  By  Jean 

Ingelow 20 

1567  The  Bishops’  Bible.  By  David 
Christie  Murray  and  Henry 

Herman 20 

1571  Blind  Fate.  By  Mrs.  Alexander  20 

1575  Ruffino.  By“Ouida” 20 

1579  Princess  Sunshine.  By  Mrs.  J, 

H.  Riddell 20 

1583  A Marked  Man.  By  Ada  Cam- 
bridge . . 20 

1587  Dumps.  By  Louisa  Parr 20 

1591  The  Great  Mill  Street  Mystery. 

By  Adeline  Sergeant 20 

1595  The  Night  of  the  Third.  By  H. 

F.  Wood 20 

1599  Alas!  By  Rhoda  Broughton . . 20 
1603  My  Shipmate  Louise.  By  W. 

Clark  Russell 20 

1607  Two  Masters.  By  B.  M.  Croker.  20 
1611  Between  Life  and  Death.  By 

Frank  Barrett 20 

1615  The  Havoc  of  a Smile.  By  L. 

B.  Walford 20 

1619  A Marriage  at  Sea.  By  W. 

Clark  Russell 20 

1623  City  and  Suburban.  By  Flor- 
ence Warden 20 


no.  pit  ice. 


1627  A Romance  of  the  Wire.  By 

M.  Betham-Edwards 20 

1631  Heart  of  Gold.  By  L.  T.  Meade  20 
1035  The  World’s  Desire.  By  H. 
Rider  Haggard  and  Andrew 

Lang 20 

1639  Work  While  Ye  Have  the  Light. 

By  Count  Lyof  Tolstoi 20 

1643  Brave  Heart  and  True.  By 

Florence  Marryat ' 20 

1647  Curb  and  Snaffle.  By  Sir  Ran- 
dal H.  Roberts,  Bart 20 

1651  The  Black  Box  Murder.  By 
the  Man  who  Discovered  the 

Murderer 20 

1655  The  Demoniac.  By  Walter 

Besant 20 

1659  A Black  Business.  By  Hawley 

Smart * 

1663  Wormwood.  By  Marie  Corelli.  20 
1667  He  Went  for  a Soldier.  By 

John  Strange  Winter 20 

1671  Long  Odds.  By  Hawley  Smart  20 

1675  Marcia.  By  W.  E.  Norris 20 

1679  The  Sloane  Square  Scandal. 

By  Annie  Thomas 20 

1683  A Weird  Gift.  By  Georges 

Ohnet 20 

1685  The  Wonderful  Adventures  of 
Phra  the  Phoenician.  Retold 

by  Edwin  Lester  Arnold 20 

1687  In  Exchange  for  a Soul.  By 

Mary  Linskill 20 

1691  Elizabeth  Morley.  By  Kathar- 
ine S.  Macquoid 20 

1695  The  Case  of  Gen’l  Ople  and 
Lady  Camper.  By  George 

Meredith * 

1699  The  Wing  of  Azrael.  By  Mona 

Caird 20 

1703  Passion  the  Plaything.  By  R. 

Murray  Gilchrist  * 

1707  Famous  or  Infamous?  By  Ber- 
tha Thomas 20 

1711  The  Pennycomequicks.  By  S. 

Baring-Gould ....  20 

1713  Jezeoel’s  Friends.  By  Dora 

Russell 20 

1717  Comedy  of  a Country  House. 

By  Julian  Sturgis 20 

1719  The  Light  That  Failed.  By 

Rudyard  Kipling 20 

1721  The  Other  Man’s  Wife.  By 

John  Strange  Winter 20 

1725  Stand  Fast,  Craig-Royston ! By 
William  Black 20 


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V 


SAPOLIO  is  one  of  the  best  known  city  luxuries  and  each  time  a cake 

it  used  an  hour  is  saved.  On  £ocrs,  tables  and  painted  work  it  acts  like 
a charm.  For  scouring  pots,  pans  and  metals  it  ha3  no  equal.  If  your 
store-keeper  does  not  keep  it  you  should  insist  upon  his  doing  so,  as  it 
always  gives  satisfaction  and  its  immense  sale  all  over  the  United  States 
makes  it  an  almost  necessary  article  to  any  well  supplied  store.  Every- 
thing shines  after  its  use,  and  even  the  children  delight  in  using  it  in 
their  attempts  to  help  around  the  house. 


every  WATERPROOF  COLLAR  or  doff 


DE  UP 
TO 

THE  MARK 


THAT  CAN  BE  RELIED  ON 

Not  to  S-pll-t! 

Not  to  Discolor  l 

BEARS  THIS  MARK. 


NEEDS  NO  LAUNDERING.  CAN  BE  WIPED  CLEAN  IN  A MOMENT. 

THE  ONLY  LINEN-LINED  WATERPROOF 
COLLAR  IN  THE  MARKET, 


COLGATES 


SOAPS  & 
PERFUMES 


To  Americans  it  is  a strange  sight  to  see  a large  field  planted  with 
rose  bushes,  in  long,  straight  rows,  very  much  as  corn  is  cultivated  in 
this  country. 

Yet  there  are  hundreds  of  fields  in  Southern  France,  like  the  one 
shown  in  the  above  picture,  which  bear  no  less  than  180,000  lbs,  or  90 
tons  of  roses  each  year,  for  Colgate  & Co. 

As  the  perfume  of  a flower  is  more  fragrant  in  the  early  morning, 
great  care  is  exercised  to  secure  the  roses  from  only  those  farmers  who 
gather  their  flowers  early  in  the  morning,  before  the  dew  has  dried  from 
the  leaves,  and  the  hot  sun  drawn  off  the  perfume. 

It  is  this  attention  to  the  minutest  detail  in  obtaining  only  the 
choicest  kind  of  perfume,  and  the  best  of  materials,  which  has  seouredTor 
Colgate  k Co.  the  highest  awards  at  World  Expositions,  and  gives  un- 
rivalled superiority  to  their  Soaps  and  Perfumes,  the  favorite  of  which 

CASHMERE  BOUQUET. 


